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Post by lolapunk on Dec 11, 2006 3:47:37 GMT -6
Funny how minds work... I held off on this hoping someone would find something other than the obvious but I guess it's not so obvious. So here is a verse of what popped into my head three days ago:
Absolute Beginners - David Bowie
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute BEGINNERS
But if my love is your love
We're certain to SUCCEED
succeed
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Post by Phalon on Dec 11, 2006 6:56:23 GMT -6
Wonder What's Next ~ Chevelle
"It sometimes feels like a burden,
I want to succeed,
Is this a good quality?
I wonder what’s next."
quality
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Post by mabd on Dec 11, 2006 10:34:23 GMT -6
Red Box was a 1980s Brit band. Got their 'big break' by covering Buffy Sainte-Marie's "Saskatchewan." Mostly memorable because they used a sign language interpreter in their videos.
The Clapping Song
Red Box
Look at you with your natural flair
How're you liking the weather up there?
Climb as fast as the eye can see
Doing the job much better than me
How many more of them can there be
Underneath your skin like the roots of a tree?
Tell me, Lord, it's an act of birth
Where you happen to land on earth
Envy, and there's jealousy Fear and loathing
I'm disposing with the quality
Envy, and there's jealousy Fear and loathing
I'm disposing with the quality of life
Keep a football up in the air
Mere mortal just stand and stare
Make me laugh 'till my face is wet
Make me cry and I'll kill you yet
Sing your anthem with hand on heart
Just about the time that I'm off my mark
I'd be running with hand on mouth
Trying not to let my dinner out.
ANTHEM
Maeve
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 12, 2006 1:25:39 GMT -6
Travelin' Soldier - Dixie Chicks
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the ANTHEM sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the MARCHING band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
marching (thought about piccolo but refrained)
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 12, 2006 7:47:23 GMT -6
The first thing that popped into my head for piccolo was an obnoxious song by Frank Zappa....reminds me of a long time family friend because he named his truck after it.
My pick...which oddly enough the original version has a piccolo playing in the song....
Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree - The Andrews Sisters
I wrote my mother, I wrote my father,
And now I'm writing you too.
I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father,
And now I want to be sure of you.
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, NO NO NO!
Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me,
Don't go walking down lovers' lane with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
I just got word from a guy who heard
From the guy next door to me,
That a girl he met just loves to pet,
And it fits you to a "T".
So don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Till I come marching home.
Then we'll go arm in arm, and
Sit down under the apple tree,
Baby, just you and me,
When I come marching home.
Don't give out with those lips of yours
To anyone else but me,
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, No No NO!
Lots of girls on the foreign shores,
You'll have to report to me
When you come marching home.
Don't hold anyone on your knee,
You better be true to me,
You better be true to me, you better be true to me.
Don't hold anyone on your knee,
You're getting the third degree
When you come marching home.
You're on your own where there is no phone,
And I can't keep tab on you.
Be fair to me, I'll guarantee
This is one thing that I'll do:
I won't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you
Till you come marching home.
I know the apple tree is reserved for you and me,
And I'll be true till you come marching home.
apple
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Post by mabd on Dec 12, 2006 13:12:02 GMT -6
(thought about piccolo but refrained) LOL. Why refrain? Un Piccolo Cuore Marianne Faithfull (my translation) You left me and will not return And you will not know how badly You make me hurt. You will never knew that within me There is a small heartache from you. (un piccolo cuore ferito da te.) Green Apples Marianne Faithfull You’re toast and jam And you’re cotton candy You’re double rainbows Beside a setting sun You’re wood burning outside There’s a fire growing You’re sweet as green applesYou must be the one You bring me to the heart of a golden man You bring me to the natural truth You take me to a solid hollowAnd keep me sailing this ocean of youth. HOLLOWMaeve |
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 12, 2006 13:39:46 GMT -6
Its All Coming Back To Me Now ~ Celine Dion
if i kiss you like this
and if you whisper like that
it was lost long ago
but it's all coming back to me
if you want me like this
and if you need me like that
it was dead long ago
but it's all coming back to me
it's so hard to resist
and it's all coming back to me
i can barely recall
but it's all coming back to me now
but it's all coming back
there were those empty threats and hollow lies
and whenever you tried to hurt me
i just hurt you even worse
and so much deeper
there were hours that just went on for days
when alone at last we'd count up all the chances
that were lost to us forever
but you were history with the slamming of the door
and i made myself so strong again somehow
and i never wasted any of my time on you since then
but if i touch you like this
and if you kiss me like that
it was so long ago
but it's all coming back to me
if you touch me like this
and if i kiss you like that
it was gone with the wind
but it's all coming back to me
(it's all coming back, it's all coming back to me now)
next word: chances
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 13, 2006 1:25:53 GMT -6
I just went modern and got a wifi notebook. That is important because now I can hang out in the coffee bar (once funky now sterile), drink iced coffee and download songs to my heart's content. I've have to go through this thread and make a lengthy list.
This next song always brings an uncomfortable shiver/smile to me. High school freshman PE class we had to do dance and our pathetic group chose this one. Used to love the song but the memories of that class... wretched. This may be the root of my fear of public dancing.
Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
Risin up, back on the street
Took my time, took my CHANCES
Went the distance
Now Im back on my feet
Just a man and his will to SURVIVE
survive
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Post by mabd on Dec 13, 2006 4:57:52 GMT -6
Mme. LIDALALO ANDERCHELLPUNK,
You know, I really get a kick out of your introductions to your songs. I smille, I guffaw, and I LMAO. Please keep doing it??
This is my tribute to DJLOLA...
I Will Survive
Gloria Gaynor
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me
Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive.
petrified
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Dec 14, 2006 9:35:35 GMT -6
There's a tear in my BEER, 'cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
Into these last few beers, I have shed a million tears
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinking till I'm PETRIFIED
And then maybe these tears will leave my eyes
There's a tear in my beer 'cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
from "There's A Tear In My Beer" by Hank Williams & Hank Jr.
next: beer
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 14, 2006 10:29:03 GMT -6
Cold Beer and Remote Control - Indigo Girls
Once upon a time I was nobody's fool
Two jobs and showing up for school
I guess it comes apart so little by little
You don't know you're there till you're stuck in the middle
So I try not care I would lose my mind
Running 'round the same thing time after time
Only two things bound to soothe my soul
cold BEER and REMOTE control
remote
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Post by Siren on Dec 15, 2006 10:27:01 GMT -6
I sat alone in the dark one night, tuning in by REMOTE
I found a preacher who spoke of the light
But there was brimstone in his THROAT
He'd show me the way according to him
In return for my personal check
I flipped the channel back to CNN
And I lit another cigarette
I take my chances
Forgiveness doesn't come with a debt
I take my chances
I take my chances every chance I get
from "I Take My Chances" by Mary Chapin Carpenter
next: throat
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 15, 2006 13:34:26 GMT -6
Bitter Pill ~ Annie Lennox
Bitter pill to swallow
Slidin' down my throat
Bitter pill to swallow
How it makes me choke
How the hell am I gonna find
Happiness and peace of mind
When I'm losin' all the time?
Yes... bitter
Don't you ever call me
I don't wanna see your face
Don't you dare to call me
Don't darken up this place
What the hell d'ya expect from me?
Emptiness and misery
Took it all away ya see
Yes... bitter
next word: BITTER
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Post by mabd on Dec 16, 2006 21:37:45 GMT -6
A Case of You
Joni Mitchell
Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said, "Constant in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar"
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
And I sketched your face on it twice
Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
MAP
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Dec 16, 2006 23:14:21 GMT -6
You should see this mountain sunrise
It looks just the way I dreamed
Got my MAP of Colorado in the seat right next to me
If it ain't PACKED in this old Plymouth, it's better left behind
I just called to say goodbye
from "I Just Called To Say Goodbye" by Terri Clark
next: packed
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 17, 2006 9:40:03 GMT -6
Ironic ~ Alanis Morissette
an old man turned ninety-eight
he won the lottery and died the next day
it's a black fly in your chardonnay
it's a death row pardon two minutes too late
and isn't it ironic...dontcha think
it's like rain on your wedding day
it's a free ride when you've already paid
it's the good advice that you just didn't take
who would've thought...it figures
mr. play it safe was afraid to fly
he packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
he waited his whole damn life to take that flight
and as the plane crashed down he thought
"well isn't this nice..."
and isn't it ironic...dontcha think
next word: Suitcase
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Post by Siren on Dec 17, 2006 18:18:51 GMT -6
You look so disbelieving at my SUITCASE by the door
My TAXI's on its way here. I can't take it anymore
Lately you've forgotten what loving me's about
But now you've got five minutes to figure it out
from "Five Minutes" by Lorrie Morgan
next: taxi
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Post by mabd on Dec 17, 2006 20:33:55 GMT -6
RAINBOW RIDE
The McGarrigles
It had been midnight on the street
Someone had helped me to my feet
And said there's a taxi out there
Waiting to take you to your door
Driver said, your destination?
I said, take me to the fair
Time's a-wasting and I have to go
And close the evening there.
The golden coach is on the track
And ready set to fly
The rainbow ride will make its arc
And send me to the sky, to the sky
The tunnel of love is cold and lonely
In the hours before the dawn
But the ups and downs of the give
And take are not what I'm looking for
The Rainbow Ride will take me
To where the Northern lights are born
All my days of trouble will be
Iced till the end of time.
or
Taxi Ride
Tori Amos
Lily is dancing
on the table
We've all been
Pushed
Too far
I guess on days
like this
you know who your
friends are
Just another Dead Fag
to you that's all
Just another Light missing
on a long taxi ride
taxi ride
or Hanoi Rocks, or Joni....
next word: TUNNEL
Maeve
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Post by mabd on Dec 19, 2006 15:23:26 GMT -6
Ok, ok, I got the hint.  How about Joni's "Carpal Tunnel Of Love?" Tunnel is not in the song, just its title. Underneath the Streetlights Joni Mitchell Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the stars above I do! I swear on the streetlight on the corner Shoving back the shadows! One shadow cursing Another shadow laughing Underneath the streetlight I don't know where they're coming from I just see 'em passing Underneath the streetlight . . . Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the buildings above I do! I swear on a billion yellow and T.V. blue windows! Gayboys with their pants so tight Out in the neon light Underneath the street light A m- m- madman-madman Kicking over garbage cans Underneath the streetlight . . . Yes I do--I love you! I swear on the blinkin' planes above I do! I swear on the truck at the stoplight With his airbrakes moaning! All night the trucks roll Up to the tunnel-toll Underneath the streetlight They come rollin', rollin' Rollin' for a living Underneath the streetlight . . . NATHAN LA FRANEER Joni Mitchell I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer I asked him would he hurry But we crawled the canyons slowly Thru the buyers and the sellers Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells With gangs and girly shows The ghostly garden grows The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day I looked thru window-glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons The city grated thru chrome-plate The clock struck slowly half-past-noon Thru the tunnel tiled and turning Into daylight once again I am escaping Once again goodbye To symphonies and dirty trees With parks and plastic clothes The ghostly garden grows Cherokee Louise Joni Mitchell Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnelin the Broadway bridge we are crawling on our knees we’ve got flashlights and batteries we got cold cuts from our fridge Last year about this time we used to climb up in the branches just to sway there in some breeze now the cops on the street they want Cherokee Louise People like to talk tongues are wagging over fences they’re wagging on the phones all their doors are locked God she can't even come to our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Ever since we turned 13 it's like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 3rd degree and coming in you get the 3rd world war Tuesday after school we put our pennies on the rails and when the train rolled by we were jumping round like fools going "Look no heads or tails" going "Look my lucky price" Then she runs home to her foster dad he open up his zipper and he yanks her to her knees Oh please be here - please my friend Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel in the Broadway bridge we’re crawling on our knees we’ve got comics and magazines I know where she is She’s in the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Oh Cherokee Louise, poor Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise next word: pennies Maeve |
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 19, 2006 17:07:14 GMT -6
Had a moment of dyslexia there on the next word.......
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Post by Siren on Dec 19, 2006 22:24:52 GMT -6
Like red on a rose
When your lips first smiled at me
I was CAPTURED instantly
To each his own
Like blue in the sky
The gaze of your willing eyes
Touched something deep inside
The truth be known
That I love you like all little children love PENNIES
And I love you ‘cause I know that I can’t do anything wrong
You’re where I belong
Like red on a rose
from "Like Red On A Rose" by Alan Jackson
next: captured
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Post by mabd on Dec 20, 2006 14:21:17 GMT -6
The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game
Blondie
Every day brings change and world puts on a new face
Sudden things rearrange and this whole world seems like a new place
Secret me I've been tailing you like a fox that preys on a rabbit
Had to get you and so I knew I had to run your ways and habbits
You were the catch that I was after
but I looked up and I was in your arms
and I knew that I was captured
What's this whole world coming to?
Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game
I had laid such a tender trap hoping you might fall into it
Love hit me with a sudden slap one kiss and then I knew it
My plans didn't work out like I thought
cause I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught
What's this whole world coming to?
Things just ain't the same anytime the hunter gets captured by the game.
GAME
Maeve
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Post by lolapunk on Dec 21, 2006 3:16:35 GMT -6
Man, great songs! And yes, you got your own point across with Joni, Maeve...
1985 - Bowling for Soup (sometimes I wonder if this song isn't my life)
Debbie just hit the wall
She never had it all
One PROZAC a day
Husband's a CPA
Her dreams went out the door
When she turned twenty-four
Only been with one man
What happened to her plan
She was gonna be an actress
She was gonna be a star
She was gonna shake her ass
On the hood of Whitesnake's car
Her yellow SUV is now the enemy
Looks at her average life
And nothing has been all right since
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With nineteen, nineteen, 1985
She's seen all the classics
She knows every line
Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink
Even St. Elmo's Fire
She rocked out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran
Where's the mini-skirt
Made of snake skin
And who's the other guy
That's singing in Van Halen
When did reality become TV
What ever happen to sitcoms
GAME shows (on the radio was)
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With nineteen, nineteen, 1985
She hates time
Make it stop
When did Motley Crue
Become classic rock
And when did Ozzy
Become an actor
Please make this stop
Stop, stop and bring back
Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on MTV
Her two kids in high school
They tell her that she's uncool
'Cause she's still preoccupied
With 1985
prozac
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Post by mabd on Dec 21, 2006 9:47:31 GMT -6
Man, great songs! And yes, you got your own point across with Joni, Maeve... Sorry, I think it was a hot flash  Naw, your imagination is too big and good for just this life. And it flows really well with the last few posts. This one is by Cheryl Wheeler: one of the Rounder Records folks. She's been touring with Kenny White backing her. Listening to her you can hear echoes of Mary McCaslin (except Chryl doesn't use open tuning), Nanci Griffith, and a less esoteric but much funnier sound than Patty Larkin. She's much better live, but I'm not sure has the voice or lyrics (or Patty Larkin's ability to succeed at everything fron harmony to modal music). I like her for the humor. Is It Peace Or Is It Prozac? Cheryl Wheeler I'm psychiatric now It just happened I don't know how Life was moving right along At a reasonable clip When bang zoom Lost my grip And I'm psychiatric now Oh I might smile thinking things are really swell Or I might cry - trouble is you just can't tell Cause I'm psychiatric now So when I'd had enough of this I went to a psychiatrist I said I'm acting crazily I think my mind is gone from me He looked at me said, I agree You think you're nuts and seem to be So he prescribed some pills for me And I went to the pharmacy I took them and I seemed to be just ... fine There's just one little question on my mind. Is it peace or is it Prozac? next word: nuts Maeve |
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Post by Siren on Dec 21, 2006 23:55:16 GMT -6
Well, he's a no-good-for-nothing
But she wishes he was good for something
Besides his behind, looking so fine in those Wrangler jeans
Well all her friends can't help but stare at his blue DENIM derriere
Wish that they were in her boots, if you know what I mean
And it may sound crazy
But those Wrangler butts drive the cowgirls NUTS
from "Wrangler Butts" by Aaron Watson
next: nuts
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Post by mabd on Dec 22, 2006 19:50:50 GMT -6
A really old, very traditional folksong...
Nuts In May
Here we come gathering nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May,
Here we come gathering nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Who will you have for nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May,
Who will you have for nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning?
Next word: gathering
Maeve
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Post by mabd on Dec 24, 2006 10:48:25 GMT -6
Written in 1981, this has very quickly become a part of the Gaelic tradition of folk music. Despite its lack of 'holiday' tropes, this song is about winter: winter, the time to weave, to mend, to find peace. Good stuff.
OLD WOMAN
(Words: Anne Cameron; Music: Mary Troupe)
Old Woman is watching,
watching over you.
In the darkness of the storm
she is watching.
She is weaving, mending,
gathering the fragments.
She is watching over you.
Chorus:
So weave and mend, weave and mend.
Gather the fragments safe within the sacred circle.
Sister, weave and mend, weave and mend.
old woman, weave and mend.
Old Woman is weaving,
gathering the threads.
Her bones become the loom
she is weaving.
She is watching, weaving,
gathering the colors.
She is watching over you.
For years I've been watching,
waiting for Old Woman,
feeling lost and so alone,
I've been watching.
Now I find her, weaving,
gathering the colors.
Now I find her in myself.
WATCHING
Maeve
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 24, 2006 14:40:48 GMT -6
Circle ~ Sarah Mclachlan
there are two of us talking in circles
and one of us who wants to leave
in a world created for only us
an empty cage that has no key
don't you know we're working with flesh and blood
carving out of jealousy
crawling into each other it's smothering
every little part of me
what kind of love is this that keeps me
hanging on
despite everything it's doing to me
what is this love that keeps me coming
back for more
when it will only end in misery
i know too many people unhappy
in a life from which they'd love to flee
watching others get everything offered
they're wanton for discovery
next word: DISCOVERY
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Post by mabd on Dec 26, 2006 6:46:04 GMT -6
Got to give the man his props, James Brown was certainly among the best.
Kathy With A K's Song
Bright Eyes
Love is real
it is not
just in novels or the movies
it is fact
and it is standing here right in front of you
so if you open your eyes
what a sweet discovery
there is hope, and there is joy, and there is acceptance
so now let all the light that collects on your plants
keep you warm
make you smile...
next word: PLANTS
Maeve
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Post by Siren on Dec 26, 2006 15:06:02 GMT -6
The way the PLANTS are dying you'd swear it's fall
Looks just like AUTUMN up and down the hall
And I talk to them baby like you supposed to do
But they're tired of hearing how I'm missing you
And I know you told me not to call
But baby come back
Before you kill us all
from "Before You Kill Us All" by Randy Travis
next: autumn
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