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Post by Gabbin on Dec 17, 2005 23:34:48 GMT -6
I'm so lonesome,
I could die.
Who wrote that? Anyone know? Is that an old country song? I don't know if y'all are going to kick me out of here for being bad at this.
New word....die
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Post by Siren on Dec 18, 2005 22:45:15 GMT -6
Gaggie, I never know when you're pulling my leg, so I'll bite: "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" was written by the great, great Hank Williams, Sr. But I give you snaps for being close!
Here's one for "die":
Take me fast or take me slow.
I don't really care how I go.
In the daylight or in the dark,
Just don't let me DIE of a BROKEN heart.
"Die Of A Broken Heart" by Carolyn Dawn Johnson
next word: broken
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 0:57:26 GMT -6
LMAO. Thanks, Siren. I thought that was Elvis. Which is why I didn't get the scarf.
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 19, 2005 1:04:21 GMT -6
LMAO. I did get the scarf, but what I had to do to get it.
Kiss the make-up cuz the face ain't available.
Siren-thanks. I couldn't get it. Great song. I should get that.
Well, don't ya break my heart,
my achey breaky heart
New word: achey. Why does that not look right. Not ache, achey.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 1:17:14 GMT -6
You make this up as you go along, don't you, Gabbin? "Well, don't ya break my heart, my achey breaky heart" The word was broken, not break, or breaky, (when did breaky become a word?). All forms of words are acceptable then? Good, cuz what the hell is anyone going to do with "achey". It makes my head all achey just trying to think of something. Later. After some sleep maybe. Goodnight Moons. ![]() storage.proboards.com/893671/images/ljxEFlZASExudmonnAMT.gif[/mgi] |
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 19, 2005 1:34:49 GMT -6
Oh. Shoot. I think somewhere in that song is broken. I just cannot remember it. Give me a second chance. Broken.
Oh, what is that Janis song, Me and Bobby McGee? (I feel Siren rolling her eyes and my futile attempts, here).
Broken down in Texas,
waiting for a train,
something something something.
Bobby did something.
Hey, hey hey Bobby McGee.
Bobby
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Post by Phalon on Dec 19, 2005 19:54:32 GMT -6
LMAO. Hubs' Janis impression was stuck in my head all day. Ick, ick. And yeah, he knows about as many words to the song as you, Gabbin.
Thought I had this - that Bobby Joe jumping off the Tallehasse bridge song, only I looked up the lyrics and it wasn't Bobby Joe at all who jumped, but Billy Joe took the plunge. Which, of course made me think of this...
This is a story about Billy Joe and Bobby Sue.
Two young lovers with nothin' better to do,
Except sit around the house, get high and watch the tube.
And here's what happened when they decided to cut loose.
Take the Money and Run by Steve Miller
tube is the next word.
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Post by Siren on Dec 19, 2005 21:42:38 GMT -6
I'm so lonesome, I could die. Of course it's Elvis - "Heartbreak Hotel". And I am a silly know-it-all sometimes. When I am, just tell me to knock it off. My apologies, Gaggie! ~Siren |
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 19, 2005 23:58:07 GMT -6
OMG!!! I love Steve Miller....LOVE that song!
And Siren: No worrie...no one likes him anyway....lol
Jack Johnson - Good People
They got this and that with a rattle a tat
Testing, one, two, man whatcha gonna do
Bad news misused, got too much to lose
Give me some truth now, who’s side are we on
Whatever you say
Turn on the boob tube, I’m in the mood to obey
So lead me astray
And by the way now…
Love this guy!
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 20, 2005 0:48:46 GMT -6
This a song played on Fridays on the Randi Rhodes Show, a political talk radio show. If you ever get the chance to hear the song...well, it's a hoot. I think Rusty was a comedienne in the early sixties. The paragraphs are spoken with zest to the tune.
Bounce Your Boobies by Rusty Warren
You know girls, it's great to live in a democracy today, where freedom is everywhere. But girls, we often take this freedom for granted: freedom of speech, freedom of thought, and freedom of action. But you know gals, just because a bunch of men signed that Declaration Of ndependence in 1776, doesn't mean that freedom was for men alone. Oh no, you take Tom Jefferson, Ben Franklin, John Hancock - he's a helluva guy for you right there! All these men had wives. They probably had a few broads on the side too. These women wanted freedom just as much as their men did. But gals, I onder, do we? I think it's time that we women thought about it a bit. Hell, I think it's time we did something about it. So come on, fellow females of the 20th century! Be glad that you're an American! Proclaim your freedom! Stand at attention! Pledge Allegiance! And...
Bounce your boobies, get into the swing.
Bounce your boobies, the swing is everything.
Makes no difference if they're big or small,
As long as you - ooh! - give 'em your all.
Bounce your boobies.
Come on, honey, bounce 'em up and down.
Bounce your boobies.
Come on, bounce your boobies, honey. Come on.
Loosen the bra that binds you!
Take it off if you feel like it!
Come on, bounce your boobies.
Here we go. Doesn't that feel good?
Bounce your boobies.
You know girls, men aren't the only people in the world today that have something to give, but it sure looks like it sometimes. Just look around you - men stick out all over the place. Big fat cigars. Big fat stomachs. And just where they should stick out - phhbtt! - where is it?! Yes, girls, we know what we've got, and we know what they're worth. So come on, gals, let's get into the swing of things. Give your boobies some freedom! All together now!
Bounce your boobies, let 'em rock 'n' roll.
Nudge your knockers, keep 'em hot and so.
Just admit it, gals, it sure feels great
To feel them swingin', ooh, titilate!
Bounce your boobies.
Come on, bounce 'em up and down, honey.
Bounce your boobies.
There, look at that gal, she's goin' at it.
Bounce your boobies.
Oh, doesn't that feel good?
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce,
Bounce your boobies now!
Bounce your boobies everybody!
new word - bounce
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Post by Phalon on Dec 20, 2005 0:58:59 GMT -6
BOLL, Lola. This front page of Off Topic seems to be full of bouncing boobs of late - of all sizes.
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 20, 2005 1:12:03 GMT -6
Phalon....lmao....I just read your A-Cup post, and I have to give it an A+. Synchronicitous, no? (Gads, that's a long word for this late.)
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Post by Phalon on Dec 20, 2005 1:22:11 GMT -6
Yes, it is quite the word. Glad it didn't start with a "P". And with the addition of Rsine's cartoon it seems the whole board is becoming a place full of breast synchronization. A Synchronization Breast Nation. Stand Tall. Stand Erect. Shoulders Back. Thrust 'Em if Ya Got 'Em.
Wonder what Jung would have to say about that.
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 20, 2005 1:38:10 GMT -6
Jung have got to be kidding. This must be your subconscious talking.
Let me strap on my over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder and bounce over to the other thread. There we can talk about the breast of the story, as Paul Harvey would say.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 20, 2005 1:46:13 GMT -6
Love to talk, Lola, but sleepiness is getting the breast of me - or at least the better of me. Good, better, breast. Never let 'em rest. Cuz the gooder is the better, and better is the breast. I'll wade throught the dwarves to get to the thread in the morning. Good seeing you, Jung woman. Gotta hag myself up the stairs and Carl under the covers now. Goodnight Moon. ![]() storage.proboards.com/893671/images/ljxEFlZASExudmonnAMT.gif[/mgi] |
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 21, 2005 1:10:13 GMT -6
Thanks Siren, for helping me out-I need it. Elvis did the original?
I lost track of what the lyrical word is now...bounce? I was thinking of Van Halen's Might as Well Bounce. Hee hee hee. I know that ain't right.
Give me time. Or someone else go.
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Post by Gabbin on Dec 21, 2005 1:11:01 GMT -6
I have this impending sense of doom that I will get a discreet PM from people asking me not to post in this thread anymore.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 21, 2005 12:43:46 GMT -6
A quick break from finishing up my holiday preparations for this brief musical interlude.
"Oh, people call me Daffy.
They think that I am goony.
Ah, just because I’m happy, is no sign I’m looney tooney.
Oh, when they say I’m nutsy,
It sure gives me a pain.
Please pass the ketchup, I think its going to rain.
Oh, you can’t bounce a meatball,
Though try with all your might.
Ah, turn on the radio, I want to fly a kite.
Good evening, friends.
Ok, now after that, I've gotta run and finish wrapping, or I'll never ketchup.
Ketchup. Or catsup. Whichever you prefer.
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Post by Siren on Dec 21, 2005 22:34:53 GMT -6
I got KETCHUP on my BLUE JEANS
I just burned my hand
Lord it's hard to be a bachelor man
"All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight"
by Hank Williams, Jr
next: blue jeans
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 21, 2005 22:48:37 GMT -6
Long live Cyndi!
We-hell-I see them every night in tight blue jeans--
In the pages of a blue boy magazine
Hey I've been thinking of a new sensation
I'm picking up--good vibration--
Oop--she bop--
new word: sensation
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Post by Phalon on Dec 25, 2005 23:28:14 GMT -6
"You'll feel me coming -
A new vibration.
From afar you'll see me.
I'm a sensation."
Sensation by The Who
vibration
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 27, 2005 0:35:27 GMT -6
A little Marley for you... (breathe and hold)
Rastaman vibration, yeah! (Positive!)
I'n'I vibration, yeah! (Positive!) Uh-huh-huh, a yeah!
Iyaman Iration, yeah! (Irie ites!) Wo-oo-oh!
*Positive vibration, yeah! (Positive!)
hmm, what should the next word be of all those very usable lyrics... positive is too easy..
Next word: rastaman
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Post by Siren on Dec 27, 2005 23:07:36 GMT -6
I was walking down Broadway
New York, New York
Tony Llama boots and a Stetson hat
Proud to be a country boy
Just then a messenger called me
RASTA MAN on the road
He said "You gotta get the rhythm of the islands
Help me carry my load"
"Reggae Cowboy" by The Bellamy Brothers
Next word: messenger
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Post by Phalon on Dec 27, 2005 23:13:35 GMT -6
Oooo, saved by Siren. Nice.
"Are these times contagious?
I've never been this bored before.
Is this the prize I've waited for?
Now with the hours passing,
There's nothing left here to insure.
I long to find a messenger.
Have I got a long way to run."
Run by Collective Soul
contagious
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Post by Siren on Jan 2, 2006 22:57:13 GMT -6
Well, I'm stumped by this one, Gams. Ya got me!
Anyone? We need a song lyric with the word "contagious". Then, list the song title and artist after it, and pick another word from that song for the next player to use.
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Post by lolapunk on Jan 3, 2006 0:12:28 GMT -6
Wait, wait, I've got it...I think. I've spent the last several days with the lyric right...there... Let me make sure...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 3, 2006 8:34:11 GMT -6
I have one Ms. Punk...shall I wait? Or would you like to go ahead?
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Post by lolapunk on Jan 3, 2006 9:57:18 GMT -6
It's all yours, Ms. Amazin'. And don't call me goat head.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 4, 2006 0:05:54 GMT -6
Wow...been a long time since someone has said I was amazing.....THANKS
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Throw Away Your Television
Throw away your television
Time to make this clean decision
Master waits for it's collision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
Throw away your television
Make a break big intermission
Recreate your super vision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
Chorus:
Renegades with fancy gauges
Slay the plague for it's contagious
Pull the plug and take the stages
Throw away your television now
Throw away your television
Take the noose off your ambition
Reinvent your intuition now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
(Chorus)
Throw away your television
Salivate to repetition
Levitate this ill condition now
It's a repeat
plague
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Post by Phalon on Jan 6, 2006 23:38:06 GMT -6
"...Time unleashes death.
Mid-air plague,
Brain damaged rage.
Come and get me..."
More Human Than Human ~ White Zombie
unleash
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