By Aliceinwonder at 16,Jun,24 16:13
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The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin |
"Golden HAIR" Syd Barrett (words by James Joyce)
only registered users can see external links Lean out your window, golden HAIR I heard you singing in the midnight air My book is closed, I read no more Watching the fire dance on the floor I've left my book, I've left my room For I heard you singing through the gloom Singing and singing a merry air Lean out of the window, golden HAIR |
Tell Ol' Bill -- Eric Bibb
only registered users can see external links Tell ol' BILL when he comes home this morning Tell ol' BILL when he comes home Tell ol' BILL when he comes home Leave them down town girls alone This morning, so soon BILL left home by the alley gate this morning BILL left home by the alley gate BILL left home by the alley gate Old Sal said, "Hey BILL, don't be late" This morning, so soon BILL's sweet wife was baking bread in the morning BILL's sweet wife was baking bread BILL's sweet wife was baking bread When she found out her BILL was dead This morning, so soon She cried, "Oh no, it cannot be Oh no, it cannot be" She cried, "Oh no, it cannot be" They killed my BILL in the third degree This morning, so soon Well, they brought BILL home in a hurry-up wagon Brought him on home in a hurry-up wagon They brought BILL home in a hurry-up wagon Poor old BILL his boots were draggin' Tell ol' BILL when he comes home this morning Tell ol' BILL when he comes home Tell ol' BILL when he comes home Leave them down town girls alone This morning, this morning, in the morning Oh, oh |
I'd lay across his big brass bed anytime 😉 |
Oh, you beat me to it! My favorite song! |
What's a SWEETHEART Like You Doing in a Place Like This (Bob Dylan)
only registered users can see external links Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain't here He gone North, for a while They say that vanity got the best of him But he sure left here in style By the way, that’s a cute hat And that smile’s so hard to resist But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you She wanted a whole man, not just a half She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child You kind of remind me of her when you laugh In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear It’s done with a flick of the wrist What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know, a woman like you should be at home That’s where you belong Watching out for someone who loves you true Who would never do you wrong Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? You know you can make a name for yourself You can hear them tires squeal You can be known as the most beautiful woman Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal You know, news of you has come down the line Even before you came in the door They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions Each one of them got a fireproof floor Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? Got to be an important person to be in here, honey Got to have done some evil deed Got to have your own harem when you come in the door Got to play your harp until your lips bleed They say that patriotism is the last refuge To which a scoundrel clings Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king There’s only one step down from here, baby It’s called the land of permanent bliss What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this? |
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Strawberry Wine - The Band
only registered users can see external links I would try my finger and I would try my hand At any fool game in this man's land But don't you talk about this-a friend of mine, I ain't never been let down and you'd be wastin' time. I would scratch and steal, I would maim a man, I would even run the bounty across the other country, So don't you talk about this here friend of mine, I gave it all of my money, but it makes me feel fine. Yeah, I know you won't give me no peace of mind, Try to understand I just wanna feel good all the time. Don't you talk about a dear old friend of mine, Well, I know that you are sweet and more than double fine. Everybody said you oughta marry that rich man down the line, But if I had to make a choice I wouldn't change my mind. Honey, you just ain't as sweet as my strawberry wine. Yeah, You caught me when I's down a-sleepin' in the park, Climbin' up the walls and laughin' in the dark. But I heard you been talkin' about a dear old friend of mine, Never tasted anything as sweet as my strawberry wine. |
Your love for humanity shines for everyone to see  |
My post did not say something else. Possibly English is your second language and you missed the sarcasm in my original post. This is the second time I have posted something on this topic and the second time you have misunderstood my point.
As I said, Trump repeatedly broke the rules of the court and the judge was unacceptably lenient on him. It was suggested that the judge was bias, presumably slanted against Trump, and my suggestion that he was biased towards Trump by being so lenient was, as I say, sarcastic. It may be that Merchan is saving the big blow for the conviction, but I do think intimidation is at play. Trump and his followers have no respect for the process of law, and the threats of violence if he were imprisoned are real. Actually, I think it would be best if he did not receive a prison sentence for these crimes. The Georgia and January 6 cases are much more serious, and as long as he loses the election (fingers crossed) he should receive custodial sentences for them. |
No, read my post. Trump broke the rules of the court and the judge seems to have been excessively lenient. If you or I had spoken the way Trump did, we would have been imprisioned. |
Yes, I agree. The judge seems to have been very biased. If anyone else had broken the rules of the court so much they would certainly have received much harsher treatment. But then again, it may not be bias, just intimidation. |
Ta Shunka Witco (Crazy Horse) -- Ian Hunter
only registered users can see external links All I need is a feather All I need is a stone All I need is a shadow To follow me home All I need is a vision All I need is a dream All I need are my people following me I never shoot from the saddle Always shoot from the ground I walk my horse up 'n' I ride him down, I decoyed Fetterman, I got no remorse They used to call me Curly now I'm Crazy Horse We fought Shoshone, we fought Arapahoes We fought the Omahas 'n' we fought the crows I can't wait to cut your long hair short The only good white is a dead white That's what I was taught Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey Hoka hey, hoka hey Paid by the rich to steal from the poor There ain't no HONOUR in ya Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse I know these rivers I know this land I know those hills like the back of my hand Now the buffalo's gone, there ain't nothin' left 'cept little yellow stones in this wilderness I lost my brother, I lost my wife I lost my daughter, the love of my life Tell your great white father up in Washington I got a knife between my teeth for that fork in his tongue Hey, hey, hey hey, hey, hey Hoka hey, hoka hey You're gonna wish you'd never been born When you get to Little Big Horn Ta Shunka Witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, Crazy Horse When you talk peace, you mean war, we'll be waiting for ya Ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco, ta shunka witco Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender Never surrender, never surrender, never surrender Never surrender |
It's Funny to Everyone (But Me) - Frank Sinatra
only registered users can see external links It's funny how you loved me Then forgot so suddenly It's funny to everyone but me (It's the talk of the town) They told me this would happen Now they're laughing secretly It's funny to everyone but me (Got me crying again) I should shrug my shoulders and say Good riddance to a bad affair But how can I do what my head tells me to When my heart tells me how much I care It's so funny, I still love you It's the joke of the century It's funny to EVERYONE but me (I got a right to sing the blues) It's so funny, I still love you It's the joke of the century Ah, but it's funny to EVERYONE but me |
Fuss About Nothing (Ian Hunter)
only registered users can see external links I got a bridge I can sell ya I got a pyramid I got a time share in Florida How'd ya like a piece of it? You're making a fuss about nothin' Everything's under control That bee in your bonnet's got liberal on it Sit back and relax, watch it all unfold Never forget: I got a direct line I'm a man you can trust in If it's left to the left There won't be nothing left You're making a fuss about nothin' This world is a ball with a map on We conquer we buy and we sell This world is a tank with a tap on Business as usual Now I'm just protecting your interests I'm just defending your faith These guys that were caught with their hands in the till Nothing to do with me, mate, nothing to do with me Never forget: I got a direct line I'm a man wiht a mission If it's left to the left There won't be nothing left You're making a fuss about nothin' Don't you worry, don't you worry I'm sure I can come up with something' When all's said and done...I am the one You're making a fuss about nothin' You're making a fuss about nothin' I am just DOING my job You just gotta trust me on this one 'Cause when the time is right We'll get outta Dodge Never forget: I'm doing my best I am a man with a vision But if it's left to the left There won't be nothing left You're making a fuss about nothin' Don't you worry, don't you worry I'm sure we can figure out somethin' Just leave it to me 'n' one day you'll see You're making a fuss about nothin' Now never forget, I'm the man to respect When you come in collect your commission I said everything's cool, I make the rules You're making a fuss about nothin' |
On the Street Where You Live (Willie Nelson)
only registered users can see external links I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of ev'ry door? No, it's just on the street where you live And oh, the towering feeling Just to know somehow you are near The ovеrpowering feeling That any second you may suddenly appеar People stop and stare; they don't bother me For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be Let the time go by, I won't care if I Can be here on the street where you live People stop and stare; they don't bother me For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be Let the time go by, I won't care if I Can be here on the street where you live |
EVERYTHING Happens to Me - Frank Sinatra
only registered users can see external links Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have roused the Devil's wrath 'Cause all my luck is bad I make a date for golf And you can bet your life it rains I try to give a party But the guy upstairs complains I guess I'll go thru life Just catchin' colds and missin' trains EVERYTHING happens to me I never miss a thing, I've had the measles and the mumps And every time I play an ace My partner always trumps I guess I'm just a fool Who never looks before he jumps EVERYTHING happens to me At first my heart thought You could break this jinx for me That love would turn The trick to end despair But now I just can't fool This head that thinks for me So I've mortgaged All my castles in the air I've telegraphed and phoned Sent an Air Mail Special, too You answer was goodbye There was even postage due I fell in love just once And then it had to be with you EVERYTHING happens to me I've never drawn a sweepstake Or a bank night at a show I thought perhaps this time I'd won but Lady Luck said no And though it breaks my heart I'm not surprised to see you go EVERYTHING happens to me |
With a Little Bit of Luck - Stanley Holloway
only registered users can see external links The Lord above gave man an arm of iron So he could do his job and never shirk The Lord above gave man an arm of iron But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck Someone else will do the blinkin' work (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck you'll never work) The Lord above made liquor for temptation To see if man could turn away from sin The Lord above made liquor for temptation But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck When temptation comes you'll give right in (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck you'll give right in) Oh you can walk the straight and narrow But with a little bit of luck you'll run amok The gentle sex was made for man t'marry To share his nest and see his food is cooked The gentle sex was made for man t'marry But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck You can have it all and not get hooked (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck you won't get hooked) (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of bloomin' luck) The Lord above made man to help his neighbor No matter where on land or sea or foam The Lord above made man to help his neighbor But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck WHEN HE COMES AROUND YOU WON'T BE HOME!! (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck you won't be home) They're always throwing goodness at you But, with a little bit of luck a man can duck Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin' And fill his wife's poor heart with grief and doubt Oh it's a crime for man to go philanderin' But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck You can see the bloodhound don't find out (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck she won't find out) (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of bloomin' luck) A man was made to help SUPPORT his children Which is the right and proper thing to do A man was made to help SUPPORT his children But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck They'll go out and start SUPPORTing you (With a little bit, with a little bit) (With a little bit of luck they'll work for you |
Well, it's a challenge that's been well met!
FOOL Me AGAIN by Buck Owens only registered users can see external links You find the thrill each time you let me down You know if you need me I'll be around And when all your love affairs come to an end You know you can FOOL me AGAIN Fool me again make my heart believe That your sweet sweet love belongs to me Yes play the part and let my heart pretend Come back and FOOL me AGAIN The same old line that keeps me hanging on Is all I think about when I'm alone And though I know how our love affair will end Come back and FOOL me AGAIN |
Get a Job - The Silhouettes
only registered users can see external links Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na Every morning about this time She get me out of my bed A-crying get a job After breakfast, everyday She throws the want ads right my way And never fails to say Get a job Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na Whoa, and when I get the paper I read it through and through And my girl never fails to say If there is any work for me And then I go back to the house Hear the woman's mouth (Preaching and a-crying Tell me that I'm lying about a job That I never could find) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na Well, when I get the paper I read it through and through And my girl never fails to say If there is any work for me And then I go back to the house I hear the woman's mouth (Preaching and a-crying Tell me that I'm lying about a job That I never could find) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na (ba doo) Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na, ba Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip Mum mum mum mum mum mum, get a job Sha-na na-na, sha-na na-na na |
When YOUR Lover Has Gone by Frank Sinatra (written by Einar Aaron Swan)
only registered users can see external links What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming That comes with each new love affair? The love that you cherish so often may perish And leave you with castles in air When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies? When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies At break of dawn, there is no sunrise When YOUR lover has gone What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring What lonely hours, with memories lingering Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything When YOUR lover has gone |
Old Flames -- Dolly Parton
only registered users can see external links Downtown tonight I saw an old friend Someone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire Old flames can't hold a candle to you NO ONE can light up the night like you do Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two Old flames can't hold a candle to you Sometimes at night I think of old lovers I've known I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn Old flames can't hold a candle to you NO ONE can light up the night like you do Flickering embers of love, I've known one or two Old flames can't hold a candle to you |
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He Ain't Give You NONE by Van Morrison
only registered users can see external links Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true Little girl, little girl, Lord, you know it's true, now I don't wanna stop, rockin' and rollin' with you Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now? Are you gonna, let me stand a-lone, now? Caught you this mornin' Before your daddy came home An I done more for you Than your daddy has ever done I done more for you Than your daddy has ever done Give ya my jelly roll And he ain't give ya NONE Don't you ever go down Down on Curzon Street, it's bad Don't you ever go down Down on Curzon Street That's where old John Flogs his daily meat Maybe sometime he say leave-a Little boy, an li'l girl behind I got messed up 'round somewhere Called Notting Hill Gate I lived up there for a while But I moved out And when I moved out I was in such a state Ain't never goin' back there But I'm, I'm sure I've done more for you Than your daddy has ever done, baby Made you learn you syllables Done more for you Than your daddy has ever done, oh Lord, ha-ha Give ya my jellyroll He ain't give ya NONE In the back street In the back street I give you my jellyroll Oh, I give it to ya, ha-ha Ya 'member when we were down in the, the alley And I said, 'The lights are out, baby this is it, ya know'? Ha-ha-ha Alright, we got a good thing goin' You can leave now If ya don't like what's happenin' You know like we got, ha A few things goin', you know, ha-ha Ah-ha, it's a drag, ha-ha Ah-huh, that's what you call it |
I was replying to CAT. |
Sorry, I'm confused. Either you are misreading my exasperation at the boneheadedness of climate deniers, or you are making a point that I simply cannot grasp. |
I Am The Blues - Laura Nyro
only registered users can see external links CIGARETTES I'm all alone With my smoke and ashes CIGARETTES I'm all alone With my smoke and ashes Take me night-flying Maybe Mars has good news Who? Who am I? I am the blues Sooth me Horn's warm red love making Funky music Move me Night wind, red taillights And funky music 'Cause I'm restless In my love for sale shoes Who? Who am I? I am the blues In a world of war I can't find my laughter I can't see the night sun And I can't see my freedom I guess I can't see too much No more Baby till I lose my blues Fly Through the sky Like Superfly Over the stars We climb Over the sweet red wine I tell myself Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on... blues Flying so high A plane in the sky Listen to, listen to, listen to the music of the night wind Listen To the music of the night wind Listen To the music of the night wind Listen to the people Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
If I were, why would I start with the word "sadly"? |
When Something Is WRONG With My Baby
by Charlie Rich (Sam & Dave had the hit but this was recorded first) only registered users can see external links When something is WRONG with my baby Something is wrong with me And if I know she is worried Then I would feel the same misery But we've been through so much together We stand as one And that's what makes it better When something is wrong with my baby, Something is wrong with me And that ain't all, y'all Just what, mhm, she means to me now Oh, you just wouldn't, oh no, you just wouldn't understand People can say that she ain't no good Oh, she's my woman And I know that I'm still her man And if she's got a problem Oh-oh, I know I'm gonna help her solve them When something is wrong with my baby Something is wrong with me |
Saint James Infirmary - Cab Calloway
only registered users can see external links Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary See my baby there She's stretched out on a long, white table She's so sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She will search this wide world over But she'll never find another sweet man like me Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat Then give me six crap shooting pall bearers Let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along Folks, now that you have heard my story Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze If anyone should ask you Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues |
Taint Nobody's BIZNESS If I Do by Bessie Smith
only registered users can see external links There ain't nothing I can do or nothing I can say That folks don't criticize me But I'm goin' to do just as I want to anyway And don't care if they all despise me If I should take a notion To jump into the ocean 'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do If I go to church on Sunday Then just sing the shimmy down on Monday Ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do If my friend ain't got no money And I say, "take all mine, honey" 'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do If I give him my last nickel And it leaves me in a pickle 'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do I'd rather my man would hit me Than to jump up right and quit me 'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, do, do, do I swear I won't call no copper If I'm beat up by my poppa 'T ain't nobody's BIZNESS if I do, if I do (I don't approve of the wife-beating at the end, but from what I've read, Bessie could look after herself well enough!) |
The Second Time Around by Frank Sinatra
only registered users can see external links There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet I'm very glad we met the second time around Love is lovelier the second time around Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground It's that second time you hear your love song sung It makes you think perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young Love's more comfortable the second time you fall Like a friendly home the second time you call Who can tell what led us to this miracle we've found? There are those who'll bet love comes but once and yet I'm very glad we met the second time around Songwriters: Sammy Cahn, Jimmy Van Heusen |
Wise lady 😉 |
I don't understand the fashion for shaving pubes. Do people want to look prepubescent? |
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The original is by Rick Danko (music) and Bob Dylan (words). Here are the correct words:
If your mem'ry serves you well We were goin' to meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your mem'ry serves you well The wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your mem'ry serves you well I was goin' to confiscate your lace And wrap it up in a sailor's knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours But it was, oh, so hard to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your mem'ry serves you well This wheel's on fire Rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode If your mem'ry serves you well You'll remember you're the one That called on me to call on them To get you your favors done And after ev'ry plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell You knew that we should meet again If your mem'ry served you well This wheel's on fire It's rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin That this wheel shall explode |
Sadly, that graph is not going to convince anyone who chooses to believe that over 90% of scientists are lying through their teeth about climate change so that they can get funding for their research. |
Should I? -- Frank Sinatra
only registered users can see external links Should I reveal exactly how I feel? Should I confess I love you? Should I recite beneath the pale moonlight? And swear by the stars above you? Could I repeat the sweetest story told? Could I entreat, would it be too bold? Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel? Should I confess I love you? Could I repeat that sweetest story told? Could I entreat, would it be too bold? Should I reveal 'xactly how I feel? Should I confess I love you? And swear by stars above you? Should I confess I love you? |
I Can't Turn You Loose - Otis Redding
only registered users can see external links Huh, I can't turn you loose, now, girl If I do I'm gonna lose my pride Honey, I can't never turn you loose now, now If I do I'm gonna lose my life, life, life I can't turn you loose to nobody, now Huh, 'cause I love you baby, yes I do, now Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I told ya Honey, I'm in love with-a only you Honey baby, duh, do it, baby, why doncha? I'm gonna give you everything that you wanna I gotta, gotta, gotta Keep on-a, rockin', baby Never, never gonna turn you loose, now Keep on, keep on-a, holdin' on GOT to, GOT to, GOT ah, ooh I can't turn you loose, huh, babe I'm in love now with the prettiest thing Ooh, I-I never, never turn you loose now Huh, because sweet love she bring me I said I can't turn you loose to nobody Baby, I love you, baby, yes I do Ooh, baby, hip-shakin' mama, I love ya Huh, I'm in love with-a only you Honest, baby, do it, baby, why doncha? And I'm gonna give you ev'rything that you wanna Gotta, gotta, gotta Huh, huh, keep, keep on holdin' on Huh, huh, never gonna turn you loose, yeah Never gonna lose it, baby Huh, huh, yeah, babe, huh Hey, ooh, ya, yeah I can't, ah turn you loose Never, ever, never gonna turn you loose I'm gonna keep holdin' on, turn you loose? Gonna keep a grip on ya I can't turn you loose Let me bring it home And I'd love to hold ya than to turn you loose Never gonna turn Got to keep a hold Hold on to me, baby Gotta, gotta, gotta Gotta, gotta, gotta Keep-a, keep-a grovin' We GOT to get home |
Yea, Heavy and a BOTTLE of Bread - Bob Dylan & The Band
only registered users can see external links Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread It’s a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too Pack up the meat, sweet, we’re heading out For Wichita in a pile of fruit Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout Get the loot, don’t be slow, we’re gonna catch a trout Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle Bring me my pipe, we’re gonna shake it Slap that drummer with a pie that smells Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Take me down to California, baby Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full of pus Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread |
When I Paint My Masterpiece by Bob Dylan
only registered users can see external links Oh, the streets of ROME are filled with rubble Ancient footprints are everywhere You could almost think that you're seeing double On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece She promised she'd be there with me When I paint my masterpiece Oh, the hours we had spent inside the Coliseum Dodging lions, and a-wasting time Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em Yes, it sure has been a long, hard drive Train wheels a-running through the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-cola Well, I left ROME and landed in BRUSSELS On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspaper men eating candy Had to be held down by big police But someday, everything's gonna be different When I paint that masterpiece |
Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who
only registered users can see external links We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgment of all wrong They decide and the shotgun sings the song I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around me Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday And I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again The change, it had to come We knew it all along We were liberated from the fold, that's all And the world looks just the same And history ain't changed 'Cause the banners, they were flown in the last war I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around me Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday And I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again I'll move myself and my family aside If we happen to be left half alive I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie Do ya? There's nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now the parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around me Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday And I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again Don't get fooled again SCREAM!!!!!! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss |
I read a report that women are four times more likely to be shown nude in films than men. Are you sure that's not the study you mean? |
It is! |
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