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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 11, 2006 16:20:27 GMT -6
The Allman Brothers
Let Me Ride Well now times got hard And I didn’t draw the card I needed So I proceeded to bang it on down the line Hitchhike, turnpike And if you got room won’t you let me ride? Just as far as you’re going And lord knowing I’ll be much obliged.
There was a light rain falling I started recalling how lonesome a man can be Feeling a chill when over the hill Came a brand new baby blue cadillac Stop on a dime I threw my guitar in the back and I climbed inside Big blue eyes said hey boy don’t you want a ride?
I said to birmingham, alabama, Or to nashville tennessee will do just fine with me. Don’t you know what I mean? I’m coming from new orleans. Now hey, [na na.] Mama won’t you let me ride?
Well now black fur coat, diamond ring Shining like something I ain’t ever seen. My old guitar and a roadside bar. Walked in the door looking like a movie queen There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor She said I ain’t ever seen nothing like this before. I said, that’s all right, mama won’t you let me ride?
On down to birmingham, alabama, Or to nashville tennessee wiil do fine with me. Don’t you know what I mean? I’m coming from new orleans. Now hey, [na na.] Mama won’t you let me ride?
roadside
I know I'm breaking the rules a bit by not using a word from the same line..but I assumed you wouldn't want to attempt hardwood or honkey tonk.....sorry folks.
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Post by Phalon on Jun 11, 2006 16:26:04 GMT -6
And roadside is better? Besides, I think it's been a while since we've followed the "same line" rule.
Friends by Led Zeppelin
"Met a man on the roadside crying, Without a friend, there's no denying, You're incomplete, there'll be no finding Looking for what you knew."
incomplete
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Post by Siren on Jun 12, 2006 8:07:32 GMT -6
I'm a country fan, Scrappy. "hardwood" and "honkytonk" would be easy. "Incomplete"? I'm stumped. *listening for a trumpet* I need the cavalry to come to the rescue!
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 12, 2006 8:21:04 GMT -6
How about this...
Reaching for The Moon - Irving Berlin The moon and you appear to be So near and yet so far from me And here am I on a night in june Reaching for the moon and you,
I wonder if we’ll ever meet My song of love is incomplete I’m just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and you.
<instrumental interlude>
I’m just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and you. Reaching
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Post by mabd on Jun 12, 2006 13:08:01 GMT -6
Lend a Hand Chimaira
You are God's most beautiful creation From the moment I set my eyes upon you I knew I wanted to be near To feel your arms wrap around me And to share myself with you Would be nothing but ecstasy Knowing you will make me whole again Then you said "No" I cried out to help you My friend who does nothing I watched you high I watched you low Never falling too far I am glad to have been here To help you get through here I know I didn't fulfill, but I helped somehow I'll take your pain Create with me A way for you to breathe I hope it was enough To help you through this war called love Take my hand Before you leave One more time, reaching our dreams We feel incomplete I know one day You'll solve that mystery And make them feel The way you did me Lend a hand, To you my friend
OK. We got "reaching" and "incomplete."
next word is creation
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 12, 2006 16:26:06 GMT -6
I'm on the top of the world Looking down on CREATION And the only DESTINATION I can find Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around Your love put me at the top of the world
"Top Of The World" - The Carpenters
destination
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Post by lolapunk on Jun 12, 2006 16:54:42 GMT -6
LOL I LOVE the Carpenters!
'Destination Unknown' by Missing Persons
Life is so strange Destination unknown When you don't know Your destination Something could change It's unknown And then you won't know Destination unknown
unknown
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 12, 2006 20:12:50 GMT -6
Bonnie Raitt - Fearless Love
Come my love Come bravely to me Let your heart be still For our time Has come my tender one To be free of will And fly Blind on fearless love Let them wild winds blow We'll shine On all we're fearful of Then we'll let it go Let it go Skippin' stones Across the great unknown Safe at water's edge Don't look down, baby We're gonna leave this losin' town (and) leap out from the ledge
next word:TOWN
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Post by Phalon on Jun 13, 2006 0:21:08 GMT -6
"...Johnny come lately, the new kid in town Will she still love you when you're not around? There's so many things you should have told her, but night after night you're willing to hold her, Just hold her, tears on your shoulder..."
New Kid in Town ~ the Eagles
Johnny
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Post by Siren on Jun 13, 2006 11:49:10 GMT -6
JOHNNY's daddy was taking him FISHING When he was 8 years old A little girl came to the front gate Holding a fishing pole His dad looked down and smiled, Said we can't leave her behind Son, I know you don't want her to go But some day you'll change your mind And Johnny said
Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson Take my best friend Bo Take anybody that you want, as long as she don't go Take any boy in the world But please don't take the girl
"Don't Take The Girl" by Tim McGraw fishing
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Post by mabd on Jun 16, 2006 12:07:48 GMT -6
Fishing in the Dark Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Lazy yellow moon comin up tonite, Shinin thru the trees, Crickets are singin and lightning bugs Are floatin on the breeze Baby get ready.....
Across the field where the creek turns back by the ole stump road I'm gonna take you to a special place that nobody knows Baby get ready.....ooooooooooo
You and me going fishing in the dark, Lying on our backs and counting the stars Where the cool grass grows. Down by the river in the full moon light, Well be fallin in love in the middle of the night Just movin slow...
Stayin the whole night thru, feels so good to be with you...
Spring is almost over and the summers come And the days are gettin long Waited all winter for the time to be right, just to take you along Baby get ready.....
And it dont matter if we sit forever and the fish dont bite Jump in the river and cool ourselves from the heat of the night Baby get ready.....ooooooooooo
next word: stump
Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 16, 2006 17:30:22 GMT -6
The Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down To Georgia
The devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this young man Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot And the devil jumped Up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold Against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you
next word : FIDDLE(pick another word if you want)
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Post by mabd on Jun 16, 2006 22:14:03 GMT -6
Uncle Pen Bill Monroe
Oh the people would come from far away They'd dance all night till the break of day When the caller hollered "do-se-do" You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown High on the hill and above the town Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy" And the one called "The Boston Boy" The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn" To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day When Uncle Pen was called away They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow They knew it was time for him to go.
Pendleton "Pen" Vandiver was Bill Monroe's uncle and an itinerant fiddler. Bill Monroe learned old-time music from his Uncle Pen.
next word: hung
Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Jun 18, 2006 21:33:24 GMT -6
Gotta go back to Ziggy Stardust on this; it's the first thing that popped into my head.
"...Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo. Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling. He could leave 'em to hang. Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?..."
David Bowie
Next word is loaded. Extra points for snow white.
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Post by Siren on Jun 18, 2006 23:36:26 GMT -6
My goodness, Gams, what a spicy, richly descriptive song. And I thought Bowie only had eyes for Mick! Well, since I couldn't think of a tune in which Snow White was loaded, I'll go with this: On the wings of a SNOW WHITE dove He sends his pure, sweet love A SIGN from above On the wings of a dove "On The Wings Of A Dove" - by Ferlin Husky and many more next: sign
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Post by lolapunk on Jun 19, 2006 0:28:54 GMT -6
'Signs' Five Man Electrical Band
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight So I jumped on the fence and I yelled at the house Hey! What gives you the right? To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner
trespassing
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 19, 2006 0:48:15 GMT -6
Brownsville Girl - Bob Dylan
Well, there was this movie I seen one time, About a man riding ’cross the desert and it starred gregory peck. He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself. The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neck.
Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath. Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square, I want him to feel what it’s like to every moment face his death.
Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain. You know I can’t believe we’ve lived so long and are still so far apart. The memory of you keeps callin’ after me like a rollin’ train.
I can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert In your busted down ford and your platform heels I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet Ah, but you were right. it was perfect as I got in behind the wheel.
Well, we drove that car all night into san anton’ And we slept near the alamo, your skin was so tender and soft. Way down in mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back. I would have gone on after you but I didn’t feel like letting my head get blown off.
Well, we’re drivin’ this car and the sun is comin’ up over the rockies, Now I know she ain’t you but she’s here and she’s got that dark rhythm in her soul. But I’m too over the edge and I ain’t in the mood anymore to remember the times when I was your only man And she don’t want to remind me. she knows this car would go out of control.
Brownsville girl with your brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, brownsville girl, you’re my honey love.
Well, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards amarillo We pulled up where henry porter used to live. he owned a wreckin’ lot outside of town about a mile. Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. she saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust. She said, henry ain’t here but you can come on in, he’ll be back in a little while.
Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin’ of bummin’ a ride back to where she started. But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up. She said, welcome to the land of the living dead. you could tell she was so broken-hearted. She said, even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt.
How far are y’all going? ruby asked us with a sigh. We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn, ’til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies. Ruby just smiled and said, ah, you know some babies never learn.
Something about that movie though, well I just can’t get it out of my head But I can’t remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play. All I remember about it was gregory peck and the way people moved And a lot of them seemed to be lookin’ my way.
Brownsville girl with your brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, brownsville girl, you’re my honey love.
Well, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour. I was crossin’ the street when shots rang out. I didn’t know whether to duck or to run, so I ran. We got him cornered in the churchyard, I heard somebody shout.
Well, you saw my picture in the corpus christi tribune. underneath it, it said, a man with no alibi. You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you. Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears, It was the best acting I saw anybody do.
Now I’ve always been the kind of person that doesn’t like to trespass but sometimes you just find yourself over the line. Oh if there’s an original thought out there, I could use it right now. You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain’t sayin’ much. I could feel a whole lot better, If you were just here by my side to show me how.
Well, I’m standin’ in line in the rain to see a movie starring gregory peck, Yeah, but you know it’s not the one that I had in mind. He’s got a new one out now, I don’t even know what it’s about But I’ll see him in anything so I’ll stand in line.
Brownsville girl with your brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, brownsville girl, you’re my honey love.
You know, it’s funny how things never turn out the way you had ’em planned. The only thing we knew for sure about henry porter is that his name wasn’t henry porter. And you know there was somethin’ about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the french quarter.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content. I don’t have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I’m gone. You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent. And I always said, hang on to me, baby, and let’s hope that the roof stays on.
There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice. I don’t remember who I was or where I was bound. All I remember about it was it starred gregory peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back. Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.
Brownsville girl with your brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, brownsville girl, you’re my honey love.
pompadour
Try that on for size OH WISE ONE!
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Post by Siren on Jun 19, 2006 17:18:05 GMT -6
Beats me. In country, you might see a mullet, but not a pompadour. Thankfully, most country artists have been demulletized. The same cannot be said, sadly, for some country listeners. Or for these poor, unfortunate souls: www.mulletjunky.com/Wait, wait, I got one! "Combed my hair in a POMPADOUR Like the rest of the Romeos wore A permanent WAVE, yeah We were keeping the faith Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keeping the faith" "Keeping The Faith" - Billy Joel next: wave
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Post by mabd on Jun 19, 2006 18:11:50 GMT -6
Say Hello, Wave Goodbye David Grey
Standing at the door of the pink Flamingo Crying in the rain It was a kind of so so love, and I'm gonna make sure it doesn't happen again.
You and I had to be the standing joke of the year. You were a run around, a lost and found. and not for me I feel.
Take your hands off me, please I don't belong to you, you see.
Take a look in my face, for the last time. I never knew you., you never knew me. Say hello, goodbye.
Say hello and wave goodbye.
We tried to make it work, you in a cocktail skirt. And me in a suit, and it just wasn't me. You're used to wearing less, and now your life's a mess. So insecure you seem.
next word: insecure
Maeve
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Post by Phalon on Jun 20, 2006 5:55:34 GMT -6
"...There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming/confusing This lack of self-control I fear is never ending Controlling/I can't seem
To find myself again My walls are closing in (without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before So insecure
Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real...."
Crawling ~ Linkin Park
Crawling is the next word.
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 20, 2006 11:26:18 GMT -6
Evanescence : Away From Me
I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds but oh, god, I feel I’ve been lied to lost all faith in the things I have achieved and I
I’ve woken now to find myself in the shadows of all I have created I’m longing to be lost in you (away from this place I have made) won't you take me away from me
crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed I can't go on like this I loathe all I’ve become
next word:WORLD
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Post by mabd on Jun 20, 2006 20:32:35 GMT -6
He's Got The Whole World Traditional (my fav covers are Nina Simone's and Marian Anderson's)
He's got the whole world in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the fish of the sea in his hands He's got the birds of the air in his hands He's got the fish of the sea in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the gamblin' man in his hands He's got the sinner man in his hands He's got the gamblin' man in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands He's got the little bitsy baby in his hands He's got the whole world in his hands
He's got everybody here in his hands He's got you and me, brother, in his hands He's got everybody here in his hands He's got the whole world... He's got the whole world in his hands
next word: sinner
Maeve
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Post by mabd on Jun 20, 2006 20:36:11 GMT -6
Brownsville Girl - Bob Dylan OOOO, nice choice of song!!! Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 20, 2006 21:49:50 GMT -6
Come home, come home Ye who are WEARY, come home Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling Calling, Oh SINNER, come home
"Sofly And Tenderly" - an old, old hymn, recently recorded by Alan Jackson
next: weary
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Post by Phalon on Jun 20, 2006 22:10:46 GMT -6
Oh, the memories from way back; high school days on the swim team and this was on a tape of a mix of stuff our coach used to pump through the underwater speakers during practice to get us moving. Great song to run to also - back when I still had knees that would allow me to run.
Carry on My Wayward Son ~ Kansas
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more No!
Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you
Next word: wayward
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 21, 2006 7:54:04 GMT -6
Brownsville Girl - Bob Dylan OOOO, nice choice of song!!! Maeve Thank you...not many people know that one. I was truing to stump lolapunk...guess it worked...lol Higher & Higher - Moody Blues Blasting, billowing, bursting forth With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes Man with his flaming pyre Has conquered the wayward breezes Climbing to tranquility Far above the cloud Conceiving the heavens Clear of misty shroud Higher and higher Now we’ve learned to play with fire Go higher and higher and higher Vast vision must improve our sight Perhaps at last we’ll see and end To our homes endless blight And the beginning of the free Climb to tranquilityFinding it’s real worth Conceiving the heavens Florishing on earth Higher and higher Now we’ve learned to play with fire Go higher and higher and higher I smell moldy oldies with this one.... tranquility
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Post by mabd on Jun 21, 2006 12:01:45 GMT -6
The Guitar (The Lion Sleeps Tonight) They Might Be Giants
In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion takes control In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion takes control
Hey Who's that playing Hey Who's got the guitar?
Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone
In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion waves good-bye In the spaceship, the silver space ship, the lion waves good-bye
All the people on this earth are truly one All the people on this earth are truly one
Peace and tranquility Peace and tranquility Tranquility base
All the people on this earth are truly one All the people on this earth are truly one
Peace and tranquility Peace and tranquility Tranquility base That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind
leap
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Jun 22, 2006 17:13:05 GMT -6
Take a LEAP of faith CAST AWAY your doubt Baby, come what may We can work it out The first step's always the hardest one to take It's a leap of faith
Lionel Cartwright - "Leap Of Faith"
next: cast away
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Post by mabd on Jun 23, 2006 10:35:22 GMT -6
Cosmic castaway Electrasy
Lose my head to the chemical freeway, comin' up on overload. In a mystic new dimension, purify and sanctify me. What? So I'm in no end game, move my piece right off the board. Losing sure is easy, so I am no more.
But I'm not broken, in my dream I win. In here I'm nothing, a cosmic castaway.
In my head I'm a chemical dreamer, speed up to burnout mode. Comin' up in the fifth dimension, beautify don't crucify me. Yeah, so I need no mind game, poisoning my living soul Losing sure is easy, so I am no more.
But I'm not broken, in my dream I win. And I'll take over 'cause I'm no loser And I'm in and you're not, bad dreams don't stop. 'Cause I'm all screwed up, a cosmic castaway, yeah...
A cosmic castaway, yeah... A cosmic castaway...
And I want but have not, bad dreams, lost thoughts. In here with no pain, you hurt me again. And I want but have none, I should beat the alien. But hell, I am no one, a cosmic castaway, yeah...
A cosmic castaway, yeah... A cosmic castaway, yeah... A cosmic castaway...
Electrasy mentions Eva Cassidy as one of the musicians they admire most.
next word: mystic
Siren’s very own Maeve <grin --thank you>
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jun 23, 2006 10:42:56 GMT -6
Into The Mystic - Van Morrison We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl... Into The Mystic We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl... Into The Mystic We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don’t have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl... gypsy
I gotta say I am loving the styles and tastes floating around in this thread. Nice to have a few people who know what I'm talking about when I say..."Have you heard...."
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