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Tiassa
Let us not launch the boat ... (21,082 posts)
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10-17-09, 06:54 AM
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#62
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Shel Silverstein, "I Got Stoned and I Missed It" Oh yes boys, play it sweet for me.
I was sittin' in my basement; I'd just rolled myself a taste of
Somethin' green, gold, and glorious to get me through the day.
When my friend yells through my transom, "Grab your coat an' get your hat, son.
There's a nut down on the corner a givin' dollar bills away."
But I sat around a bit, and then I had another hit.
And then I rolled myself a bomber, thought about my momma.
Looked around, fooled around, played around while and then—
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and it rolled right by.
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned and I missed it,
I got stoned—oh me, oh my.
It took seven months of urgin' just to get that local virgin
With the sweet face up to my place to fool around a bit.
And next day she woke up rosy, and she snuggled up so cosy.
But when she asked me how I liked it Lord it hurt me to admit—
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and it rolled right by.
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned—oh me, oh my.
I ain't makin' no excuses for so many things I uses
Just to brighten my relationships and sweeten up my day.
But when my earthly race is over, and I'm ready for the clover,
And they ask me how my life has been, I guess I have to say,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and it rolled right by.
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned and I missed it,
I was stoned—oh me, oh my. • "Qualuudes Again"
• "The Smoke-Off"
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Tiassa
Let us not launch the boat ... (21,082 posts)
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10-28-09, 04:22 AM
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#72
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Rufus Wainright, "Between My Legs"
You can go out, dancing,
And I'll write about you, dancing without you;
And I'll shed a tear between my legs.
When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you;
And I shed a tear between my legs.
Though we live in the same city,
You live in another state far away from me and all of my unfaded charms.
But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle,
And everybody's packing up their station wagons:
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle,
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening.
Again, I'm afraid of one thing:
Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?
But when I know you're naked, lying on the bed while I'm at the piano,
All I can say is I can't fake it.
When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle,
And everybody's packing up their station wagons:
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle,
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening again.
'Cause there's a river running underground,
Underneath the town towards the sea,
That only I know all about—
On which from this city we can flee.
On which from this city we can flee. • • •
Ray Davies, "Stand Up Comic"
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Belle & Sebastian, "Judy Is A Dick Slap"
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10-28-09, 04:32 AM
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#73
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PINK
[The only woman who. . . maybe, just maybe. . .]
FUNHOUSE - Pink
I dance around this empty house
Tear us down
Throw you out
Screaming down the halls
Spinning all around and now we fall
Pictures framing up the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle
Now a rash
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun
Echoes knocking on locked doors
All the laughter from before
I'd rather live out on the street
Than in this haunted memory
I've called the movers
Called the maids
We'll try to exorcise this place
Drag my mattress to the yard
Crumble tumble house of cards
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1, fun
Oh, I'm crawling through the darkest home
My key don't fit my life no more
I'll change the drapes
I'll break the plates
I'll find a new place
Burn this f**ker down
do do do do dodo do
do do do do dodo do
do do do do dodo do
do do do do dadadada
do do do do dodo do (9, 8, 7, 6 5 4, 3, 2, 1)
do do do do dodo do
do do do do dodo do
do do do do dodo doo
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil clowns
It's time to start the countdown
I'm gonna burn it down down down
I'm gonna burn it down
~String
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10-28-09, 06:09 PM
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#74
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Originally Posted by Gustav
Milla Jovovich, Cocteau Twins, King's X
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We like a lot of the same bands. King's X keeps coming through here on tour but I keep missing them.
You'd probably appreciate this one, although there's no video. Alana is Miles Davis's daughter. She writes her own songs and plays acoustic guitar with a laid back band that's ever so slightly folk-musicky. But her big "hit" was a cover of Ani DiFranco's "32 Flavors." She also does a spooky acoustic version of "Don't Fear the Reaper."
I hope that there are indeed others like her everywhere. 
CRAZY
--Alana Davis
You've got your home of the brave and I've got my land of the free.
You conform to what society says and I conform to me.
Looking for the light in the corners, getting caught in the spider web.
You look at me as if I'm giving a performance when I'm just feeding my head.
And you know that I'm doing all right and I won't explain myself to you just to avoid a fight.
How I'm living ain't correct but for me it's just right.
- I'm not completely insane, but maybe just a little bit crazy.
- There's no one to blame, got no shame about my game.
- Don't want nobody to save me.
I've got a pair of ruby slippers that I don't wear too much any more.
And if I had the nerve I'd click my heels and return to the wonderland I knew before.
I'm waiting for a slow boat to China, I want to sail away to the sun.
I've been searching for myself and I know I'm gonna find her if I break away from everyone.
So the way that I act may not fit in, just because I've got a mind of my own doesn't mean it's a sin.
I don't ask you to give up, don't expect me to give in.
- Because I'm not completely insane . . . .
Some like to live for the moment, taking life into their hands every day.
And if they don't get killed they get so high off the thrill they could float to heaven anyway.
And others want to save for tomorrow, thinking money is security.
Well, I understand the need but I don't get the greed, and they all seem pretty crazy to me.
You can tell by the expression I wear, though I seem a little strange to you,
I don't really care, I've got the freedom to be.
And there are others like me everywhere.
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Tiassa
Let us not launch the boat ... (21,082 posts)
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10-28-09, 07:06 PM
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#75
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Elvis Costello & Allan Toussaint, "Who's Gonna Help a Brother Get Further?"
We may seem happy,
Like everything's alright.
But from the outside lookin' in,
Everything's uptight.
But deep down inside
We're coverin' up the pain.
It's an old thing, it's a soul thing,
But it's a real thing.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another.
One another.
There's a old dude standin' on the corner,
Waiting for a fox to pass.
The only thing he's got to go by
Is this is where he saw her last.
And there's old John, two dollars in his pocket,
Talkin' loud and thinks he's rich.
And look for little fool, too cool to go to school;
Get a job, in two days he quits.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another, is that the truth?
One another. Yeah, you're right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another.
One another.
Mama get up early, early in the mornin';
Papa's already gone.
(Gone and gone and gone.)
Goin' out a-working for half of what he's worth now.
You know that's so wrong.
What happen to the Liberty Bell
I heard so much about?
Did it really ding-dong?
(Ding-dong.)
It must have dinged wrong.
It didn't ding long.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another, is that the truth?
One another. Yeah, you're right.
Mama get up early, early in the mornin';
Papa's already gone.
(Gone and gone and gone.)
Goin' out a-working for half of what he's worth now.
You know that is wrong.
What happen to the Liberty Bell
I heard so much about?
Did it really ding-dong?
(Ding-dong.)
It must have dinged wrong.
It didn't ding long.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another, is that the truth?
One another. Yeah, you're right.
Pray tell, what's gonna happen to brother?
Who's gonna help him get further?
One another, is that the truth?
One another. Yeah, you're right.
Did it really ding-dong?
(Ding-dong)
It didn't ding long.
Did it really ding-dong?
(Ding-dong)
It didn't ding long. • • •
Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown, "Rock 'n' Roll"
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Aziz Ibrahim, "Murassi"
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10-29-09, 02:16 AM
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#76
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Last edited by Gustav; 10-29-09 at 04:27 PM..
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