We've all heard 'em. Hell, we've all probably created a few, inadvertently or otherwise.
The mis-heard lyrics that are hysterically funny once you find out what the right words are. The unique version of "Truckin'" your bar band came up with. "St. Stephen," as rendered by your 6-year-old.
You get the idea. Post here.
a 'machine' is talking about a political group, or a group of politicos who have a lot of power. Tammany Hall is one from somewhere in the 19th century.
a soft machine, would mean a weak or not so influential political power structure, I think. or maybe I am wrong about that completely, that is the way I too the words.
peace.
It Must Have Been The Doses
CC j grew his hair down to his toe-ses
He had scabies, lice, and fleas in his long black hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, he couldn't give a care
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
Ten sheets of blotter rolled up and got for free
Sounds echo in his ear like a cool symphony
If I take another, whaddaya think will happen to me?
Let me take some more doses and float me out to sea
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
One brown tab, put him in limbo
Everyone's complaining, though, 'come on, we want some more
Memories fade from shadows and now it's all lore
And it's strange how no one doses any more
I don't know, it must have been the doses
The doses and the scabies in his long brown hair
I don't know, maybe it was the doses
All I know, was he took them all there
The 12 Daze of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the second day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Third day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Fourth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Fifth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Sixth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Six hacks a sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Seventh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Seven cheese-sandwiches a grilling
Six hacks a sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Eighth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Ninth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Tenth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Elevnth day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Eleven buds for smoking
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
On the Twelfh day of Christmas a deadhead gave to me:
Twelve heads smiling
Eleven buds for smoking
Ten tapes playing
Nine tie-dyes dyeing
Eight busses a-running
Seven cheese-sandwiches a-grilling
Six hacks a-sacking
FIVE MIRACLE TICKETS
Four dancing hippies
3 Tofu Turkeys
2 veggie burritos
and a blotter hit of L-S -D
Me And Tiger Lilly
Busted out of Barcelona riding on a train
Feeling nearly faded as her dress
Tiger Lilly ate some paella just before the rain
Farted all the way to Fi-guer-es
Well I took my old cassette from my dirty sack
Playin' slow while Lilly sang the blues
Stinky farts keeping time
Holding Lilly's spirit in mine
We finallly sang near every song that we knew
The Board's just another place to think about The Scene
The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean
The internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour
The Board is good enough for me
Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly
With the kind, grateful folks; rapin' here is fun
Lilly shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me Lord in everything I done
Lilly's spirit kept me from the cold
Nowhere never on this Board, I'll let her slip her away
Looking for memories I hope we'll find
And I'll trade all my straight friends for a single head
To be sharing Lilly's spirit, oh so KIND
The Board's just another place to think about The Scene
The Board can cheer you up -- if you know what I mean
The Internet is easy Lord, when there ain't no tour
The Board is good enough for me
Good enough for me and Tiger Lilly
Gypsy Soul
Twenty 7, Xmas eve, with the full moon over town
Gypsy Soul sang to Oroboros while wearing a big frown
Do ya know she sang to him what do you make of that
'Cause Oroboros is a slick guy who ain't even a bit fat
Oh joe, oh joe, tell me where is the bowl
You ate all the cereal that was bought for Gypsy Soul
Gypsy Soul is a mad woman, don't wanna eat no bread
Joe go buy more Trix, and fill up the bowl
deadicated, deadicated oh sweet deadicated D
How the hell can I stop him, when he's twice as fat as me
Well don't ask me Trix Are For Kids, I don't feel so fine
Not only that, another thing, I GOT NO LYME
Oh joe, deadic said, just give me one
You ate all her cereal now she's gonna see you hung
He waded to the market through Count Chocula's blood
Stepped up to Gypsy Soul in the aisle, said give me a bowl full, love
As Gypsy Soul lit a cigarette, she made some calls
Blew the smoke in his face, dragged him out by the balls
Oh joe, oh joe, we'll see you hang high
You ate all my cer-e-al and now I've got to DYE
She went a-walking down on Shakedown Street
Three piece band on the corner played M - A - R - Y - E
But we ate some different cereal, what cereal could it be
The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly
The cereal that woman ate was bought by Tiger Lilly
Dark Hal R
Hal R mashes
Burning peels into ashes
Tots of 'taters
Chives and sour creme but it misses
Butter lasting
Melts into crevices of illusion
Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can?
With the famine or windfall of harvest
Skin washers
Eating them will make you fatter
Arteries clogging
To cholosterol levels rising
Deadicated
Procedes into farts in my eye
Shall we try, you and I, potatoes from a can?
With the famine or windfall of harvest
Bruiser
If I saw a show for every post that I have drawn
I could tell tall tales all night feelin' very keen
Don't you count the posts baby cause that really blows
And you know I'm only running from the cold
All the shirts in my closet ain't got no collars
And I ride all over this great wide land
You can reach out and pick up a four leaf clover
But I'll always win a game against THE MAN
Last fair hustle in the country, sweet Susie
Last fair hustle in the town
Put your gold money where your game is baby
Before you let me leave this old town
Don't you count the posts baby cause that really blows
Well I know almost nothing that you won't ever know
Don't chew gum or a piece of hard toffee
Gonna play with some suit and make'm feel woe
Everybody's dragging but this cue is mine
I can tell the 8 or 9 ball by the way they shine
Pot the 9 ball on a clean hard break
Well I got no chance of losing this time
Well I got no chance of losing this time
> iknowurider
>
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put her fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on her garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> Saw her last night, Lord, you know she looks the best
> Chatted last night, Lord, she’s unlike all the rest
> My heart was thumping baby, she put my wedding vows to the test
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> The walls of the ‘love shack’ are shakin' again today
> The windows of the ‘love shack’ are all shatterin' today
> Some lucky someones are really getting blown away
>
> iknowurider, has her fishnets on
> iknowurider, has her slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish I could see you try your garter belt on
> I wish I could see you try that slit skirt on
> I'd leave my old lady; and that ain’t no con
>
> iknowurider's, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider's, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I wish we was on tour, not working on this farm
> I’d get a tattoo of you, my baby, and put it on my arm
>
> iknowurider, gonna put your fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Gonna put on that garter belt, gonna keep turning me on
>
> I wish you’d let me come in out from the rain
> I wish you’d let me come in from out the rain
> Cause right now, baby, my heart is in real pain
>
> iknowurider, gonna put those fishnets on
> iknowurider, gonna put that slit skirt on
> Cause in your “love shack” baby, I know what’s going on
>
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my fishnets on"
> iknowurider says "I’m gonna put my slit skirt on"
> "Gonna put on my garter belt, as soon as CC Joe stops drooling on
> on on ON ON ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
late at night, I woke up about 2 or 3am, with the iknowurider song in my head.
in semi darkness, I keep a flash light next to the futon, I wrote up these notes:
click on pic to enlarge it:
peace.
CC's been drinking, out on a binge
No reason why, but just on a whim
Now he is shitfaced, on a plane
Flying away, he's just insane
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
With an elbow bending, it's a binge in fact
CC's gone, gone, but someday he'll be back
CC's gone
A member of the club 'Mile High'
His old lady letting out a great big 'sigh'
Playing 9 ball, he can't lose
Nothing left to do but booze, booze, booze...
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
Going where the there is no rain at all
On a dry farm until fall
Dug one well, made a ditch
The muscles in his back are starting to bitch
Again,
CC's been drinking, out on a binge
No reason why, but just on a whim
Now he is shitfaced, on a plane
Flying away, he's just in-sane
And now CC's gone
Now CC's gone, Lord he's gone
CC's gone
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
Ooh, one day CC's gonna be back
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