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By request: A place for Chicago FTW folks to go when they just can't get off the bus and stop Daydreaming....
@ Hey Now, New Level of Da Dus!!!
Hello all you fine folks! KDED here with a special request from a special dus briver:
I heard you on the wireless back in '52
Lying awake intently tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh-a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh-a-oh
I met your children
Oh-a-oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go:
Oh-a-oh
You were the first one
Oh-a-oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind, we've gone too far
Oh-a-a-a oh
Oh-a-a-a oh
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car
We can't rewind, we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
Put the blame on VTR...
You are the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
You are the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
You are the radio star
Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh...
@Everyone ride on the Peace Train....
come take me home again....
Hello Honey, it's me
What did you think when you heard me back on the radio?
What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o?
Remember how we listened to the radio
And I said 'That's the place for me'
And how I got the job as an fm Jock the day you married me?
We were two kids and I was was into am rock
But I just had to run around
It's been eight years since I left you babe
Let me tell you 'bout what's gone down
I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D
Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be
The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen
Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen
The drinking I did on my last big gig, it made my voice go low
They said that they liked the younger sound when they let me go
So I drifted on down to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do me a late night talk show
Now I worked my way down home again, via Boise, Idaho
That's how this business goes
I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D
Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be
The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen
Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen
I've been making extra money doing high school sock hops
I'm a big time guest mc
You should hear me talking to the little children
And listen what they say to me
Got a spot on the top of my head, just begging for a new toupee
And a tire on my gut from sitting on my
But they're never gonna go away
Sometimes I get this crazy dream
That I just take off in my car
But you can travel on ten thousand miles and still say where you are
I've been thinking that I should stop disk jockeying
And start that record store
Maybe I could settle down if you'd take me back once more
Ok Honey, I see
I guess he's better than me
Sure, Old Girl, I understand
You don't have to worry, I'm such a happy man
W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D, W*O*L, W*O*L, W*O*L*D*D*D
I am the morning dj at wold
Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be
The bright good morning voice who's heard but never seen
Feeling all of forty-five, going on fifteen
I am the morning dj at W*O*L*D
@ On the Radio!
keepin the hits pumpin' that keep your heart thumpin'
Couldn't resist:
Baby, if you've ever wondered,
Wondered whatever became of me,
I'm living on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati, wkrp.
Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
Town to town and up and down the dial
Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
But baby think of me once in awhile.
I'm at wkrp in Cincinnati.
OHIO!
@no static at all.....
All this energy callin' meBack where it comes from
It's such a crude attitude
It's back where it belongs
All the little kids goin' up on the skits go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Jumpin' Jane Jean, and moonin' James Dean go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Momma knows, but she don't care,she's got her worries too
Seven kids, and a phony affair, and the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Livin' in sin with a safety pin goin'
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
I got some records from World War II
I play 'em just like me grand dad do
He was a rocker, and I am too
Now Cleveland rocks, Now Cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks! Cleveland rocks!
Cleveland rocks!
OHIO
ba dus, upper berth
...one can easily see the stars when looking up from the upper berth...
Look...there's a shooting star named Hollyhikes, and a nice comet named Richlydeserved!
Make a song outta that, please, and I'll dance.
geoupperdeckrocksmeister
@ Drew Carey
Man he lost a lot of weight! And he makes a good Sub for Bob Barker on the Price is Right!
Detriot Rocks as well...
I feel uptight on a Saturday night
Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in Detroit Rock City
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Getting late
I just can't wait
Ten o'clock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Movin' fast, doin' 95
Hit top speed but I'm still movin' much too slow
I feel so good, I'm so alive
I hear my song playin' on the radio
It goes
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
Twelve o'clock, I gotta rock
There's a truck ahead, lights starin' at my eyes
Oh my God, no time to turn
I got to laugh 'cause I know I'm gonna die
Why
Get up
Everybody's gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybody's gonna leave their seat
@who let all this riffraff into the room?
....there's one smoking a....a......mmmmm....nevermind......
Hey Geo......
So glad you made it?
;-)
@ The Wheels on da dus...
Hey Geo...pass that bone!
We're goin round and round...
@Detroit music obscurity.....
Long Island band....the Good Rats.....
Frequented bars from Montauk, north to Rochester.....
Claim to fame, lead singer plays a baseball bat and metal garbage can and throws big rubber rats at the audience.....
Booed off stage 1987 Silver Stadium Rochester opening for Grateful Dead.....
highlight Brent Mydland Green Onions.....
There's a thing that every band should be knowing
It's a basic law of rockin' and rollin'
Here what I am telling you
In a land that been known for it's mobiles
Now it's Kiss and Seager who are it's big wheels
I wanna be one too
We're taking it to Detroit
Coming in from New York
We're breaking it in Detroit
This is what I do to make myself famous
Make this band a household word on Uranus
Headline in Cobo hall
We're taking it to Detroit
Coming in from New York
We're breaking it in Detroit
We're taking it to Detroit
Coming in from New York
We're breaking it in Detroit
We're making it, breaking it, shaking it
Taking it to the great lake with it
We're taking it to Detroit
@ Takin it to the Streets
now those Dead fans can be one tough crowd...
One, two, three
One, two, three
Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Got to do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Got to roll your back
Cause I like it like that
Got to do the jerk
Now watch me work
Ugh, come on, feels good
I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Everybody help, come on
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Down in the alley
With Long Tall Sally
Do the mash potato
Do the Alligator
Put you hands on your hips
Let your backbone slip
Do the Detroit Breakdown, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Motor City Shakedown
Now hold on, uh, can ya do it, so fine, now listen
I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Everybody help me
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Uh, come on!
I said a- Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Everybody help me
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na
Down in the alley
With Long Tall Sally [Unintelligible]
Somebody help me
[Unintelligible]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank You
Booed off the stage
ha! I was there and I was laughing when they threw the rats backhas a nice ring to it "Booed off the stage"
@ Goodnight Top Deck
it was a good day...
The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final cuplet rhyme
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling colored photographs
To magazines back home
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plain
The leaves are heavy round your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
I got lucky #13
@da weekend
Just seems appropriate to spin an oldie, circa 1971 from a nice cat...
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning,
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken...
Word on the streets is that Cat Stevens read the lyrics in an old hymn book, and wrote the chords, putting it to melody...
Sun is shining, Sunshine Daydreamers!
@creative plagiarism.....
yes indeed, that sly cat indeed did borrow lyrics from an old Hymnal...
No matter, it's not like My Sweet Lord or Ice, Ice Baby....or is it?
Best I can reckon, there was an interview with Ian Anderson who compared Beethoven's Fifth, Smoke on the Water and Aqualung......same 5 notes played in different sequence....nothing is new, it's redefined....
Take me across the water 'cause I need some place to hide
I done the rancher's daughter and I sure did hurt his pride aha
Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah
Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah
Well there's a hundred miles of desert lies between his hide and mine
I don't need no food and no water, Lord, 'cause I'm running out of time
Fightin', killin', wine and women, gonna put me to my grave
Runnin', hidin', losin', cryin', nothing left to save
But my life
Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah
Oo..ooo Ooooo Ah ah ah
Stood on a ridge and shunned religion thinking the world was mine
I made my break and a big mistake stealin' when I should've been buyin'
All that fightin', killin', wine and those women, gonna put me to an early grave
Runnin', hidin', losin', cryin', nothing left to save
But my life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life, life,
So I stood on a ridge and shunned religion thinking the world was mine
I made my break and a big mistake stealin' when I should've been buyin'
I was stealin' when I should've been buyin'
I was stealin' when I should've been buyin' yeah
Stealin' when I should've been buyin'
[repeat with ad lib vocals]
@ Morning Folks!
It was a good weekend!
Matt and I went hiking for the first time since FTW...
Only hiked 4 miles...Im outta shape!
now Holly's playin' the Hollies:
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
That's the way the whole thing started
Silly but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
@the Hollies....Holly...
Another week begun, another month nearly over....
the guy who wrote this tune was the bassist in 10cc, Graham Gouldman....quite a talented songwriter and musician.....
Look through any window yeah, what do you see?
Smilin' faces all around rushin' through the busy town
(Where do they go) movin' on their way
Walkin' down the highways and the by-ways
(Where do they go) movin' on their way
People with their shy ways and their sly ways
Oh you can see the little children all around
Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you
Look through any window yeah, any time of day
See the drivers on the roads pullin' down their heavy loads
(Where do they go) movin' on their way
Drivin' down highways and the by-ways
(Where do they go) movin' on their way
Drivers with their shy ways and their sly ways
Oh you can see the little children all around
Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you
Look through any window yeah, what do you see?
Smiling faces all around rushin' through the busy town
(Where do they go)
Movin' on their way
Movin' on their way
Movin' on their way
@ Keep it movin'
Yes, the summer is fading fast...getting dark earlier day by day. August was in a hurry! Came and went in the blink of an eye.
I've gone flying, trying to reach you
You've been hiding, riding me to a state like this
Give me that window to
Give me that window to
Give me that window to the world
We are sailing, flailing through the ether
You've been trailing, failing me with your view of bliss
A little more than this
A little less than that
You've got magic in your hands
A little more like this
A little less like that
I've got magic in my hands
Give me that window to
Give me that window to
Give me that window to the world
You've conspired, inspired me to find a place like this
Give me that window to
Give me that window to
Give me that window to the world
@we need more Windex
Nothing says late summer to me like this guy.....
Don't know why, but when I hear his music I think of early evening sunsets, clear blue sky days, and crisp nights....
BTW Happy 70th Birthday Van Morrison....
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.
Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters singin' "I'm A Rolling Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"
What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows...
@ Dharma Bums...
and Karma's Hitchhikers
I got one two three four
Five, six, six, six
Running round the neighborhood
Perjorative, "Jinx." he said the groom's
Down on me cuz he ate the rice
It was well intentioned but bad advice
Hell yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
Open the curtain and let in some sky
it's almost half past two, and you can tell by the light
Open your window, and let in the atmosphere!
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
Open the curtain and let in some sky
it's almost half past two, and you can tell by the light
Open your window, and let in the atmosphere!
Let it breakthrough, oh let breakthrough [x4]
I was inverted, I mean converted
I mean I don't understand
and Many More to Mr. Morrison!
@have another hit of sweet air....
There's a man working in a fieldSees the rain and it's burning
He's saying this can't be real
As he sees the color
Of the fields turning
Far away, the men too busy
Getting rich to care
Close their eyes and
Let it all out into the air
Hoping nobody else would care
Look out any window
Look out any open door
Look out any window
To see what's going on
In the air around you
There's a man working on a boat
Pulling lines from the water
Just trying to stay afloat, ohh
Filling the nets is getting harder
Far away, they bend
The rules so secretly
Close their eyes and
Let it all out into the sea
Hoping nobody else would see
Look out any window
Look out any open door
Look out any window
To see what's going on
In the air around you
Far away, too many leaders
Let them get their way
Close their eyes and
Let it all out into the bay
Say they'll clear it up another day
Look out any window
Look out any open door
Look out any window
To see that's going on
In the air around you
(Look out)
Look out for the big boys
Telling you everything
They're gonna do
(Look out)
Look out for the fat cat builder man
Turning this into a waste land
(Look out)
Look out for the back room boys
That say the smoke is gonna blow away
(Look out)
Look out for the men
Who say it's okay sitting
In a building far away
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(rock the joint)
Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
[singing] I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
[singing] I can't stand the rain!
(uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window
Supa dupa fly (uh-huh)
Supa dupa fly
[singing] I can't stand the rain!
(uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window
When the rain hits my window
I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo
Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle
We so tight, that you get our styles Tango
Sway on dosie-do like you loco
[singing] Can we get kinky tonight?
Like CoCo, so-so
You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo
I smoke my hydro on the dee-low
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (say what?)
Yeah..
Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom!
(uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach
Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh)
Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be)
It be me me me and Timothy (me me!)
Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh)
I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain
Oh Missy, try to maintain
Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky..
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (yeah)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain!
I feel the wind
Five six seven, eight nine ten
Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn
Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin
Chill, I got my umbrella
My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty
Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me
To have me yes you lucky
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (against my window)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (what?)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[singing] 'gainst my window (uh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(like that baby)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, stand the rain)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)
(can you stand the rain?)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?)
(uh-huh, can you stand the rain?)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (what?)
[singing] 'gainst my window (uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain!
[singing] 'gainst my window (huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (hmm..)
[singing] 'gainst my window (yo)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat)
[singing] 'gainst my window (break it down baby)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh)
(yeah like that, uh-huh)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh)
(uhh.. Misdemeanor)
[singing] I can't stand the rain! ..
[singing] I can't stand the rain! .. [ fades out ]
@the Rhythm.....
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rainTelling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know
That when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
Rain please tell me now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away
The only girl I care about has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart
[Instrumental Interlude]
Rain won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow
Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter pater
Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter pater, pitter patter
@ the falling Rain
now it's raining here for real...
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
Reminds of her
When I hear pitter-patter the rain on the window
It was raining hard
The trees looked bare the night I met her
She was wet her hands were cold
The wind blew through her hair
Though I'd known her quite a long time
We were just good friends
So it didn't seem so strange
Inviting her back home
We sat by the fire
The flames brought out something in her
Melting all the cold
Projecting warmth I never knew
As the rain beat on my window
Did she understand
That in the glow of dying embers
Everything was planned
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter pitter-patter
We made love later on that night
While the rain beat on my window
I can't forget the things that happened
While the rain beat down on my window
Next time I saw her
I knew she didn't want to know me
If I disappointed her
I think she should have told me
Can't she understand
I only tried to be a man
She made me feel so ashamed
Of everything I am
When I hear pitter-patter
The rain on the window
Reminds of her
@rain rain go away...come again another day...
It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to knowYou are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from time to time.
Talk, talk, talk, talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us...
But I know that I love you so. But I know that I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion and like the wind they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall.
It's just a little rain oh yeah
@ So Holly can go out and play..
oh damn! If the thunder dont get ya...
IT'S STORMIN'
Can you hear my rainy day song
Callin' from the street below
Baby, since I've been without you
Well, it's the only song I know
And I keep hearing rainy day songs
Tappin' on my window sill
Some that soon won't be forgotten
And some that probably never will
Say, I know
You never did believe in rainbows
But hey, you know
The sun is somehow gonna shine
And babe,
We only have to look
And we can find it,
If we want to
If we need to
It's just another rainy day song
Played beneath the sorry sky
And when I try to understand it
I only end up askin' why
But still I hear those rainy day songs
Callin' out to me and you
I only hope that you can hear them
'Cause rainy days are made for two
Say, you know
There's always gonna be a rainbow
And hey, you know
That sun is always gonna shine
Come on babe,
We only have to look
And we can find it
If we want to
If we need to
Can you hear that rainy day song
It's such a lost and lonely sound
But baby, when I have you near me
Rainy days can't get me down
Babe I need to have you near me
'Cause it's rainy days
That get me down
Babe I got to have you near me
So rainy days don't get me down
Have a great evening! Short week this time around...Wednesday= Friday. Woo Hoo!
@ September Skies
Oh, it's a long long whileFrom May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the autumn weather
Turns leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game
Oh, the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you
Oh, the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you
These precious days
I'll spend with you
@its the time of the season for loving
I'll be alone each and every nightWhile you're away, don't forget to write
Bye-bye, so long, farewell
Bye-bye, so long
See you in September
See you when the summer's through
Here we are (bye, baby, goodbye)
Saying goodbye at the station (bye, baby, goodbye)
Summer vacation (bye, baby bye, baby)
Is taking you away (bye, baby, goodbye)
Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
@ Remember September...
We watched National Lampoons Summer Vacation last nigh...so funny when they go through St. Louis and get lost on the north side then their hubcaps are all stolen.
Do you remember the
21st night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda
My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay
Now December found the love we shared in September.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
There was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
The bell was ringing, aha
Our souls were singing
Do you remember
Never a cloudy day
There was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
There was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
ba de ya de ya de ya
De ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
ba de ya de ya de ya
@getting your city props.....
I don't think so, homey don't play dat.....I been to Compton.....I been to Bed Stuy and Harlem in the 70's....
Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local nigga made good
And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me tell a little story
About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit
All because a nigga made a hit, check it
Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the funky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't like this
That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass
Where you got blast
And now that's just a thing of the past
Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land
And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new
And slangin ain't nothin new
And for every nigga we done shot
They done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young niggaz mourn
So I'm just letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay
Keep your hand on the clip
Becaue Oakland...
Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland...
Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked
With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker
Hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I kept my ass on the bus
But later on, whenit cooled off we came down
and met a couple of friends
Who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
and a couple of bitches
Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me wrong
Cuz later that night after we did the show
We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri?
Damn, how could this happen?
Now St. Louis...
Yeah y'all, St. Louis...
I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood"
Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw
And never ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm tellin
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits
When I'm thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots
I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test
And before it was over the shit got deep
A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin
Little did they know that we was packin
Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof vest
Now San Antonio...
Yeah, San Antonio...
After a month on the road
We came home and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much better place to stay
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, they know it well
It was all in the news and if you don't remember
I had this show I did in Denver
With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit
To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest
then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches
Now Denver...
Yeah y'all, Denver...
And ya know that Oakland...
Yeah y'all St. Louis...
Uh-huh, San Antonio...
Yeah, and Denver...
I thought ya knew...
@ The Hood...
It is a bit unrealistic...Ive been through most of the different hoods around the city, during the day and night and wasn't afraid. Been to funerals deep in the hood where I was the only caucasian. Been in and around East St. Louis AKA East Boogie without issue.
However, some friends and I received a police escort out of South Chicago when we got lost searching for hotdogs and pizza. Kept tellin the driver to stop heading south...We got out to go get the food and the shop owners looked at us like what the hell are you doing here. When we returned to the car witht he food we were rushed by a group of plain-clothed officers with their guns drawn. We put our hands full of plates of food in the air... They were like you gotta get out of here, follow us...
Ten damn days
And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage
Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always
Still gotta letterman, no practice
Still gotta burner man, no lacking
Still outtin Jams nigga, no Jackson
No Jordan and we toe-tagging
I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand
And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance
And the money ain't yours
Now it's just a red pill,
Got a blue and a hand full of Advils
I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me
So I'm a tell the buyer what Nitty told me
[Hook 1:]
I got that Mmm Mmm
I got that God damn
I'm yo pusha man
I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man
Pimp slapping, toe taggin
I'm just tryna fight the man
I'm yo pusha man
I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man [x2]
[Verse 2:]
You a laaaaaaaame, and your bitch break down my weed sometimes
See my face in the streets, in the tweets
And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times
She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D
Even though I only beat one time
One time it was one two times
It was two plus me equals threesome time
Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex
Got neck from all these thots I sex
Rastafari them shottas yes
House safari, mi casa, yes
Poppy fields of that popeye
She came to party, she popped a Molly
Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes"
[Hook 1]
[Hook 2:]
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits [x2]
[Verse 3:]
Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch
Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch
Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch
Captain save the hood, hood savior, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers
Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia
I'm a still watch my bros
Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock
And a little bit of rap
That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac
And like literally jack
[Hook 2]
[Verse 4:]
They murking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here
They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot
No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position,
Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching
[Hook 2]
[Breakdown:]
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
I know you scared, me too.
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
[Verse 5:]
It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about.
I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out.
I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks.
And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first.
Cause everybody dies in the summer.
Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring.
I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring.
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
@saddest thing I saw....
2013 did a trip to the big easy, used public transportation....trollies and buses to navigate the city. Did the NO Jazz Festival as well as Garden District, Bourbon and Frenchmen Streets.....and some bad ass swamp tour in a hydroplane....
Took a bus to the 9th Ward over the objections of the driver....saw the tragedy and devastation at that time 8 years Katrina removed. it wasn't racism, it was anger and frustration over having lost their life's memories....that will stay with me forever.....
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
And rolls along past houses farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America. How are you?
Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
I am going back.....best weeks vacation spent.....ever......
@ City with Soul
I can only imagine...I've watched many a PBS special on the subject with interviews of residents still trying to pick up the pieces. There is something different in the air down there...
I need to make it there at some point...
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans
There's a night bird singing
Right on through till the dawn
And the streets are still ringing
With people carrying on
It's been so long waiting
Just to be here again
Anticipating
All the time I could spend
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
And I trust in your love never falling down
I trust in your love
Just like I do in this town
Whoa, never falling down
Whoa, never falling down
In the heart of the night
In the cool fallin' rain
There's a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She's so full of surprises
Oh, momma, she reminds me of you
Right here, in the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Down in New Orleans
And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans
Please don't wake me, don't shake me
If it's only, if it's only just a dream
It's the only place I can face that feels so right
Below that Dixie moon and loving you
In the heart of the night
@ she's so full of surprises.....she reminds me of....
beautiful song selection, makes me weak in the knees.....
Poco's music was overlooked at times, especially when they went mainstream.....those songs hold the test of time though......
This time I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm gonna need two pair-a shoes
When I get through walkin' these blues
When I get back to New Orleans
I've got my suitcase in my hand
Now ain't that-a shame?
I'm leavin' here today
Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
Ya used to be my honey
'Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no time for talkin'
I've got to keep on walkin'
New Orleans is my home
That's the reason why I'm goin'
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans.
@ NOLA
This was a nice impromptu tribute to The City of Nouveau Orleans around the anniversary of the devestation of Katrina.
Man, do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong, this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines, the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi
Hurryin' into spring
Oh the moonlight on the bayou
A creole tune that fills the air
I dream about Magnolias in bloom
And I'm wishin' I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
Since that's where you left your heart
And there's something more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans
@Let the Saints Come Marching In.....
And I leave you with this, so jealous that your hump day is your Friday.....enjoy....
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright
Hear him whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop
House boy knows that he's doing alright
You shoulda heard him just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now
Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you... how come you taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a... just like a black girl should
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
@ just like a young girl should
Yep, super long Labor day weekend! And to start it off tomorrow is the Dead tribute night at the ballgame which is ahem...SOLD OUT!
OH YEAH!!! a stadium full of Deadheads! reminds me of....
Shit we're almost two months out.
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah)
A come on everybody take a trip with me, well
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
They got a honeysuckle growing on a honeysuckle vine
And love is a blooming there all the time
Well every southern belle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah)
A come on take a stroll down to Basin street
Listen to the music with that Dixieland beat
Well the magnolia blossoms fill the air
Whoa,whoa, and you ain't been to heaven till you been down there
They got French moss hangin from a big oak tree
Get outta here Jimmy Vaughan take it!
I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah
(I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah)
Come on everybody take a trip with me
(whoo!)
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans, yeah, yeah.
With a honeysuckle hanging on a honeysuckle vine
Well love is blooming there all the time
Every southern belle is a Mississippi queen
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come on take a stroll down to Basin street
Listen to the music with the dixieland beat, yeah
I say, the magnolia blossoms fill the air
And you ain't been to heaven if you ain't been there.
Honeysuckle hanging from a hollow tree
Down in Mississippi down in New Orleans
Well, I said Hey, hey, hey, yeah
(Hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I said a look out John, hey, yeah, yeah
( I said a look out John hey, yeah, yeah)
Bonne Nuit!
@a great day for a ball game.....
OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going hereTwo down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
There's the windup, and there it is, a line shot up the middle
Look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really
Turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for
Second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the
Throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he
Comes, he's out! No, wait, safe-safe at second base, this kid
Really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the
Plate, here's the pitch-he's going, and what a jump he's got
He's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-safe at
Third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out
There, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher
Glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third
Base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze
Play, it's gonna be close, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!
@ STOP RIGHT THERE...
I gotta know right now...
That deal with the devil didn't last long...I have no phone!
Guess who just got back today?
Those wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think those cats are great
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
I told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
You know the chick that used to dance a lot
Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got
Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot
I mean she was steaming
That night over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chick don't want to know, forget her
Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them
That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long
It won't be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again
The boys are back in town
This day is taking forever! Even though Im staying busy...
Ever heard of Jake's Leg? They are a Dead tribute band that are opening up the show.
And on another note, have you ever heard of "Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations"?
@So you went down to the Crossroads?
Jake's Leg, no.....
Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations.....yes ma'am, very enjoyable
Ain't got no phone?.....damn girl....guess you're incommunicado.....
well I reckon a request for Call Me is out of the question then....
But there's always Dire Straits Telegraph Road....
Or better yet, Paul Simon's Why Don't You Write Me.....
Instead I will leave you with a little Allen Touissaint gem.....
I danced to it at our wedding.....
Enjoy.....
The worst person I know Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
She worries me so Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
If she leaves us alone we would have a happy home
Sent from down below Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
I come home with my pay Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
She AX me what I MADE Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
She thinks her advice is a contribution but
if she will leave that will be the solution
and don't come back no more Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
SATAN (Sin) should be her name Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
To me there about the same Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
Every time I open my mouth She steps in and tries to put me out
How could she stoop so low Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law Mother-In-Law
@ The Perfect Song
Boy you nailed that one on the head!
Finally the cord is cut...Gotta get my own phone plan...Baseball game is the priority tonight though...
RV&RR plays @ 4am on PBS here. Gotta stay up real late or get up real early to catch it. Used to be on Sunday nights. I Love that show. Those guys are from Kansas City.
So by the selection, do you have a MIL from hell too?
There I was with no resentment, life without regrets
Deep inside was sheer contentment - till the day we met
Feel as though my whole world now is full of pain and strife
Since the day that I first met: the mother of my wife
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
To the floor I tried to stick her, and sneak out of the room
I bought her a bumper sticker: "My other car's a broom"
You don't know what she's like, and one day I told 'er
At least you're well-balanced, got a chip on either shoulder
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
You don't know what she's like
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law
Mother-in-law
bout fell out my chair...
@Nothing is perfect....
My mother in law has passed into the ether. funny thing....time and death heal all wounds...no, we did not click, not once not never. But looking back, I could have been nicer, forgiving, more understanding...maybe???? She could have as well, but in the end we can only control our own actions....
See Miami, I got to an age and a place in life where when I look around I don't see me anymore...I see a bigger picture that I am in, I am just no longer in the center of the photo, kinda like the one Matt posted on SD....nice memories btw, of the crowd meandering from the Hilton to Soldier with your face to the left....half there....that btw is a great photo.....As are they all...
So, in keeping with the theme I give you a little Leon Russell....
I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme
I've acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you
I know your image of me is what I hope to be, I've treated you unkindly
But girl can't you see, there's no one more important to me
So darling can't you please see through me, 'cause we're alone now
And I'm singing my song for you, you taught me precious secrets
The truth with holding nothing, you came out in front
And I was hiding, oh, but now I'm so much better,
So if my words don't come together, listen to the melody
'Cause my love is in there hiding
I love you in a place where there is no space or time, I love you for my life
You are a friend of mine, and when my life is over
Remember, remember, remember when we were together
And we are alone now, and I was singing this song to you
We were alone, and I was singing, yeah singing
We were alone, and I was singing this song for you
Singing my song, I'm singing my song for you....
Glad you are getting your own phone, if you change the number send it on home to me.....
And you n Matt enjoy the old ball game......
@Perfection
All I ever wanted from the relationship with my mother in law was mutual respect...I have never had an adult or child for that matter speak to me the way she does. She gives me no respect and we cannot even communicate on the most basic level. It is very frustrating- I dont have bad blood with anyone else, ever.
There is no real perfection
There'll be no perfect day
Just love is our connection
The truth in what we say
There's no good revolution
Just power changing hands
There is no straight solution
Except to understand
So listen to my song of life
You don't need a gun or a knife
Successful conversation will take you very far
There is no real perfection
There'll be no perfect man
Just peace is our connection
For giving all you can
There's no good kind of killing
Just power taking life
It's all good blood that's spilling
To make a bigger knife
So listen to my song of life
You don't need a gun or a knife
Successful conversation can take you very far
Successful conversation can take you very far
So listen to my song of life
You don't need a gun or a knife
Successful conversation can take you very far
Successful conversation can take you very far
Successful conversation will take you very far
@Holly....
If what you're saying is true....and it likely is.....sing her this....
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
So fuck you
All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue
You won't boogaloo,
Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooohhh
You're breakin' my heart,
You're tearing it apart
But fuck you
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart, boo-hoo
You stepped on my ass
You're breakin' my glasses too
You won't drive my car, might be a star
I've had enough of you
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame
So fuck you
You can't have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooohhh
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
So fuck you
You gotta have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooowww
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart
But I love you
Maybe not, but I do know that mean people suck!
@ Mean People Suck!
For Sure!
I'd sing her this one...but I cant even call her...
Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor
So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Do you get
Do you get a little kick out of being slow-minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it
Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control of it and it's really distasteful
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
Fuck you
You say, you think we need to go to war
Well you're already in one,
'Cause its people like you
That need to get slew
No one wants your opinion
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Matt will take photos tonight and We get a new Dead shirt! I dont really care much about baseball but my friend who couldnt make it to Chicago is coming and hopefully there will be many new Heads to meet.
Thanks for lending your ear rrrgrrr! Hope you have a great holiday weekend! I'll send my digits when I get everything straight.
@cmon now...Barely time to wait....
It's too late to hate.....
So let's take this back....
Enjoy the Cards tribute to the Dead....God do I miss Lou Brock...before your time I know...1968 world series.....
This is really how the song goes....
Katie Casey was baseball mad,
Had the fever and had it bad.
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev'ry soul
Katie knew.....
On a Saturday her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go
To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No,
I'll tell you what you can do:"
Chorus
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Just buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.
Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names.
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along,
Good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song
And fuck your mother in law if you so choose, but life is short and people are complicated...happy Labor Day! Ain't no time to hate...
@ I got the scrawny legs...
But I move just like Lou Brock,
With speed Im agile, plus Im worth your while....
I dont really hate her, just cant stand her..
PEACE OUT!!!
Let's Play Ball!