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Post by Phalon on Nov 16, 2006 23:20:05 GMT -6
Both! Dang, you are a bad-ass, aren't you?
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 16, 2006 23:21:51 GMT -6
Just don't stick your tongue out as you pass!
GO!
And yes I am...thank you for remembering!
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Post by Phalon on Nov 16, 2006 23:25:14 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 16, 2006 23:26:25 GMT -6
 gmoonite mammam ph! |
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 17, 2006 2:58:52 GMT -6
excellent... rock, paper, scissors, trade, nothing... piece of cake
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Post by mabd on Nov 17, 2006 10:57:40 GMT -6
When A Man Loves A Woman Lyrics
Percy Sledge
When a man loves a woman
Can't keep his mind on nothing else
He'll trade the world
For the good thing he's found
If she's bad he can't see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down
When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Tryin' to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comfort
Sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way it ought to be
DIME
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Nov 17, 2006 19:56:15 GMT -6
Now here's a beauty, whether by Kathy Mattea or Nancy Griffith:
Rita was sixteen years, hazel eyes and chestnut hair
She really made the Woolworth counter shine
Eddie was a sweet romancer, and a darn good dancer
They'd waltz the aisles of the five and DIME
Eddie played the steel guitar, and his mama cried 'cause he played in the bars
He kept young Rita out late at night
So they married up in Abilene, lost a child in TENNESSEE
Oh, but still that love survived, 'cause they'd sing
Dance a little closer to me, dance a little closer now
Dance a little closer tonight
Dance a little closer to me, 'cause it's closing time
And love's on sale tonight at this five and dime
One of the boys in Eddie's band took a shine to Rita's hand
So Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife
Oh but he was back by June, singin' a different tune
And sportin' Miss Rita back by his side. And he sang...
Dance a little closer to me, dance a little closer now
Dance a little closer tonight
Dance a little closer to me, 'cause it's closing time
And love's on sale tonight at this five and dime
Eddie traveled with the barroom bands till arthritis took his hands
Now he sells insurance on the side
Rita's got a house to keep, dimestore novels and a love so sweet
They dance to the radio late at night. And they sing:
Dance a little closer to me, dance a little closer now
Dance a little closer tonight
Dance a little closer to me, hey it's closing time
And love's on sale tonight at this five and dime
"Love At The Five & Dime" by Nancy Griffith or Kathy Mattea
next: Tennessee
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Post by fallenangel on Nov 17, 2006 21:12:32 GMT -6
Tennesssee~Shawn Colvin
I saw somebody standin
in a field with a crutch
behind his southern daddy
with the Midas touch
they said be outta here by sundown
they said good luck
you might say I was the stranger
who knew too much
somebody took a hope lock from my heart
and threw it down your back roads
Tennessee
oh and you feel the north wind blow
thats only me
I want hear some rock and roll
on your back roads
Tennessee
next word : WIND
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 18, 2006 8:40:30 GMT -6
Ah, this one is "our" song for my Lady Wife and I.
"Wind Beneath My Wings"
Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.
Love this song. O.k
Shadow
XV
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Post by mabd on Nov 18, 2006 12:04:14 GMT -6
Moon Shadow
Cat Stevens
Yes
I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow
moon shadow
moon shadow.
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moon shadow
moon shadow
moon shadow.
And if I ever lose my hands
lose my power
lose my land
Oh
if I ever lose my hands
Ooh
I won't have to work no more.
POWER
Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on Nov 19, 2006 17:33:02 GMT -6
I Cant Make You Love Me ~Bonnie Raitt
turn down the lights, turn down the bed
turn down these voices inside my head
lay down with me, tell me no lies
just hold me close, don't patronize - don't patronize me
cause I can't make you love me if you don't
you can't make your heart feel something it won't
here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
but you won't, no you won't
'cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
I'll close my eyes, then I won't see
the love you don't feel when you're holding me
morning will come and I'll do what's right
just give me till then to give up this fight
and I will give up this fight
cause I can't make you love me if you don't
you can't make your heart feel something it won't
here in the dark, in these lonely hours
I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
but you won't, no you won't
'cause I can't make you love me, if you don't
NEXT WORD : MORNING
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Post by Siren on Nov 19, 2006 22:49:49 GMT -6
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
from "Morning Has Broken" by Cat Stevens
next: bird
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Post by mabd on Nov 20, 2006 3:55:13 GMT -6
Bird on the Wire
Jennifer Warnes
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
WORM
Maeve
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 20, 2006 8:33:05 GMT -6
Heheh
Nobody loves me,
Everybody hates me.
Going to the garden to eat worms.
I'll bite of their heads,
And suck out the juice
And throw the skins away.
And that's how I survive
On three fat worms a day! ;D
Juice
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 20, 2006 8:35:12 GMT -6
EWWWWW! *snort*
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 20, 2006 8:50:39 GMT -6
Ya think?? Try this one then Scrappy. Great big globs of greasy, grimy, gopher guts. Chopped up monkey meat, percolated birdies feet. French fried eyeballs, swimming in a pool of blood. And me without my spoon......... But I got my Straaaaaaw! heheh the word is still. Juice |
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Post by mabd on Nov 20, 2006 12:16:54 GMT -6
Orange Juice
Deep Purple
Orange juice,
Just thinkin bout that orange orange juice
orange juice,
just thinkin bout that orange orange juice
Some peeps
say orange juice is yellow
but I say
orange juice is mellow
with a lil more orange
in that orange orange juice
Some peeps,
say orange juice is yucky
but I say
orange juice is lucky
with a lil more spunk
in that orange orange juice
SPUNK (SPUNKY, OK)
Maeve
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Post by mabd on Nov 24, 2006 20:05:02 GMT -6
Since I was asked...
Head
Prince
I remember when I met you, baby
You were on you’re way to be wed
You were such a sexy thing
I loved the way you walked, the things you said
And I was so nonchalant
I didn’t want you to be misled
But I’ve gotta have you, baby
I got to have you in my bed
And you said
But I just a virgin and I’m on my way to be wed
But you’re such a hunk
So full of spunk,
I’ll give you ........
WALK, WALKED, WALKING
Maeve
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 25, 2006 2:46:58 GMT -6
Thank you, Maeve; I can continue now...
Ana Ng - They Might Be Giants
(chorus only)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't WALKED in the glow of each other's MAJESTIC presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
majestic
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 26, 2006 0:15:17 GMT -6
Chimes of Freedom - Bob Dylan
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked it’s poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and it’s thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
bolts
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Post by mabd on Nov 26, 2006 1:57:38 GMT -6
One Piece At A Time
Johnny Cash
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on cadillacs
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
So the very next day when I punched in
With my big lunchbox and with help from my friends
I left that day with a lunch box full of gears
Now, I never considered myself a thief
GM wouldn't miss just one little piece
Especially if I strung it out over several years.
The first day I got me a fuel pump
And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk
Then I got me a transmission and all of the chrome
The little things I could get in my big lunchbox
Like nuts, an' bolts, and all four shocks
But the big stuff we snuck out in my buddy's mobile home.
LUNCHBOX
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Nov 26, 2006 8:49:46 GMT -6
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
And went to Detroit working on an assembly line
The first year, they had me putting wheels on Cadillacs
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd SNEAK it out of there in a LUNCHBOX in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around
from "One Piece At A Time" by Johnny Cash
next: sneak
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Post by mabd on Nov 26, 2006 10:53:06 GMT -6
Um, Siren, my friend, I don't think you are supposed to use the same song for LUNCHBOX that I used for BOLTS.  Sleepily, Maeve |
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Post by fallenangel on Nov 26, 2006 19:27:46 GMT -6
Playing off sneak :
Not The Doctor~ Alanis Morissette
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be to be your baby-sitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be you mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Chorus:
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at ten past six
Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and
oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
you see it's too much to ask for and I'm not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk
next word : BOTTLE
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Post by lolapunk on Nov 26, 2006 20:36:32 GMT -6
Dead Man's Hill - Indigo Girls
lying on the bright blue jumping mat
dinner bell is ringing
barking dogs and model planes
and the sound of passing trains
we watch for bonfires in the sky
on the beach in july
spin the BOTTLE steal the kiss
POSTCARDS to the one i miss forever
the one i miss forever
postcards (single or plural)
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Post by Phalon on Nov 26, 2006 22:00:41 GMT -6
When I'm Sixty-four ~ The Beatles
"...Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me.
When I'm sixty-four..."
Sincerely
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Post by Siren on Nov 26, 2006 22:55:31 GMT -6
Sorry about the slip-up, gang. Let's see if this works:
SINCERELY, oh yes, sincerely
'Cause I love you so dearly
Please say you'll be mine
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you
Please say you'll be mine
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that FELLOW so
He doesn't want me
But I'll never, never, never, never let him go
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you
Please say you'll be mine
from "Sincerely" by The McGuire Sisters
next: fellow
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Post by mabd on Nov 27, 2006 12:47:00 GMT -6
Songs from the Wood
Jethro Tull
Let me bring you songs from the wood:
To make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
It'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
PENNY
Maeve
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Post by xenavirgin on Nov 27, 2006 13:40:07 GMT -6
Beatles - Penny Lane
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen.
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's a clean machine.
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundaboutThe pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And tho' she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway.
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer,
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim.
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies,
Penny Lane.
Heheh, Roundabout
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Post by mabd on Nov 27, 2006 14:44:31 GMT -6
Roundabout
Yes
I'll be the roundabout
the words will make you out and out
you spend the day
your way.
Call it morning driving
through the sound and in
and out the valley
in and around the lane
mountains come out of the sky
and they stand there one mile over
we'll be there and we'll see you
ten true summers we'll be back
and laughing too
twenty-four before my love
you'll see I'll be there with you.
The music dance and sing
they make the children really ring
I spend the day your
your way.
Call it...
I will remember you
your silhouette will charge the view
of distant atmosphere.
ATMOSPHERE
Maeve
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