erik Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine)The high yellow moon won't come out to play:(that high yellow moon won't come out to play)I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light,(and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah.Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh)Won't someone tell me?'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found -(must be somewhere for me)Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!),Where the living is harder (la-la!). Concrete jungle (la la-la!):Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best. Wo-ooh, yeah.No chains around my feet,But I'm not free, oh-ooh!I know I am bound here in captivity;G'yeah, now - (never, never) I've never known happiness;(never, never) I've never known what sweet caress is -Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown;Won't someone help me? 'Cause I (sweet life) -I've got to pick myself from off the ground(must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! -In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!):I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh!Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now.Hey! Oh, now!---/Guitar solo/---I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found(must be somewhere for me)Oh, instead: concrete jungle (la-la!) - collusion (la-la!) -confusion (confusion). Eh! Concrete jungle (la-la!): baby, you've got it in.Concrete jungle (la la-la!), now. Eh!Concrete jungle (la la-la!). What do you stand(?) for me (la-la!), now? /fadeout/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sleeper Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 Trying to combat THC withdrawal, with some Marley? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted March 25, 2002 Author Share Posted March 25, 2002 quote: Originally posted by Sleeper: Trying to combat THC withdrawal, with some Marley? actually lover, i do not need to combat anything at all....i listen to bob marley every single day i am alive and around some sort of music device......... granted being a white upper-middle class american male i can not relate to his or his peoples strifes and hardships, yet i can harness and understand his message and use it to make myself a better understanding person of other around the world.........and hopefully though his messages and music share in the love that i find for others and their difficulties...... why dont you go back to sleep...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
willstrickland Posted March 25, 2002 Share Posted March 25, 2002 Saw a great documentary last night with Bunny doing an acoustic solo version of Concrete Jungle...very nice indeed! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sleeper Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Moody too Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dwayner Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Best Song Ever: Love, exciting and new Come Aboard. We're expecting you. Love, life's sweetest reward. Let it flow, it floats back to you. The Love Boat soon will be making another run The Love Boat promises something for everyone Set a course for adventure, Your mind on a new romance. Love won't hurt anymore It's an open smile on a friendly shore. Yes LOVE! It's LOVE! The Love Boat soon will be making another run The Love Boat promises something for everyone Set a course for adventure, Your mind on a new romance. Love won't hurt anymore It's an open smile on a friendly shore. It's LOVE! It's LOVE! It's LOVE! It's the Love Boat-ah! It's the Love Boat-ah! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alpine_Tom Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 at the Copa Copacabana music and passion are always in fashion... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dwayner Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Alpine Thomas! Finish the job, brother!!!: "Her name was Lola, she was a showgirlWith yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to thereShe would merengue and do the cha-chaBut while she tried to be a star,Tony always tended barAcross the crowded floor, he worked from 8 til 4They were young and they had each otherWho could ask for more? At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)The hottest spot north of Havana (here)At the Copa (CO!), CopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the Copa....they fell in love. His name was Rico. He wore a diamond.He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing thereAnd when she finished, he called her over,But Rico went a bit to far,Tony sailed across the barAnd then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in twoThere was blood and a single gun shotBut just who shot who? At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)The hottest spot north of Havana (here)At the Copa (CO!), CopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the Copa....she lost her love. Copa... Copacabana... music and passion... always the fashion... Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl,But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show.Now it's a disco, but not for Lola,Still in the dress she used to wear,Faded feathers in her hair.She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind.She lost her youth and she lost her Tony,Now she's lost her mind! At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)The hottest spot north of Havana (here)At the Copa (CO!), CopacabanaMusic and passion were always in fashionAt the Copa....don't fall in love." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
allthumbs Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Truckin' Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah manTogether, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street.Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street.Your typical city involved in a typical daydreamHang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans;New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.One of these days they know they better get goin'Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand"Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;Other times I can barely see.Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the sameLivin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slowTakes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in againI'd like to get some sleep before I travel,But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin.Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;Other times I can barely see.Lately it occurs to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.Hey now get back truckin' home. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
miker Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 When I Fall I look straight in the window, try not to look belowPretend I'm not up here, I try counting sheepThe sheep seem to shower, off this office towerIt's 9.8 straight down, I can't stop my knees. CHORUS:I wish I could fly, from this building, from this wall.And if I should try, would you catch me, if I fall. My hands clench the squeegee, a seclar rosaryHang onto your wallet, hand onto your rings.I can't look below me, something might throw me.I curse at the windstorms, that October brings. I look in the boardroom, a modern Pharaoh's tomb.I'd gladly swap places, if they care to diveThey line up at the window, peer down into limboFrightened of jumping, in case they survive. And I wish I could step, from this scaffold,Onto soft green grass and shopping malls,And bed, and my family, and my pastor and my grandfatherWhose dead. Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearerI look like a painter, behind all the grease.But painting's creating, and I'm just erasingA crystal clear canvas, is my masterpiece. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
not_a_climber Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 By far the greatest song ever written... White Knight (by Cletus Maggard and the Citizen's Band) Down 75 or 85,Or I-20 t'other way,Turn your squelch to the rightAnd in the nightYou'll hear some good buddy say,"Breaker breaker,Got a picture taker,All Smokeys at forty three." It's that Japanese toy,The trucker's joyThat everybody calls CB.Yeah, Citizen's Band, keeps you up to dateOn fender benders and Tijuana taxis,And all them bears out there. Flip flop. Now ahead of your children and ahead of your wifeOn the list of the ten best things in life,Your CB's gotta rate right around number four.'Course beavers and hot biscuits and Merle HaggardCome one, two, three, you know. Well I was loaded down, coming outta Lake City;I was checkin' out seat covers, young and pretty,When all of a sudden there come a callOver my CB, ringin' wall to wall,Said clove her double nickels till you hit the ridge,'Cause there's a Smokey picture taker t'other side of the bridge. "Oh mercy, 'ppreciate that, good buddy;What's your handle there, come on?You got any county mounties out there prowlin', come on?"And he said -- "Ten four...back door, Put the peddle to the metal and...let it roar Hammer down...to Macon town... Gonna see my momma...sure. Well, the bears are gone, Let's...bring it on... The Georgia line's...out of sight. Pulled outta Richmond town last Saturday night, And my handle is...the White Knight, How 'bout it?" "All right, White Knight, hammer down,You got the mean machine here."I was a streakin'My needle was a peakin'A right around seventy nine.That old diesel juiceWas a gettin' loose,And everything was fine.But wall to wallI got a callFront door, big bear trapper.Said, "Break one nine,Good buddy of mine,You got a Smokey in a plain white wrapper." Well I jammed my stick,I lost twenty quick;You could hear them gears a tearin'.I got passed by a beaver,And a Camaro,I was cruisin' aloneAnd going so slowI could count every button on that frilly blouse she was wearin'. 'Course there weren't but one. "Hey there, super trooper!Yeah -- that's the crafty Smokey over there with a CB of his own.Hey White Knight, let's slide one on the super trooper, come on?" "Ten four, back door. Put the peddle to the metal, whatcha...waitin' for? That old flop Can't stay in sight, Gonna leave you here and say no more, How 'bout it?" "Whoa, now, buddy, that's fightin' talk,I'd get up there and blow your doors off!" Well I hammered down like I had wings,Little gravels in my wheels going ping, ping, ping.'Bout the time I hit ninety-two,Saw something flashing' in my rear view.Thought to myself that can't be true,But there it was, old blue, blue, blue. Uh oh. Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot. Well I could see that bear, laughing big,Hangin' in tight on the back of my rig.Right there and then it came to be wall to wall.Mm-hmm. So in that cold dark Georgia night,In the shadows of Smokey bear's blue light,I 'cided to make me just one more CB call. "Breaker one nine for the super trooper,Hey there, Smokey old buddy, tell me if I'm right,Are you my front door? Are you the White Knight? Come on?"And he said -- "Ten four, back door. You're in a heap of trouble boy...that's for sure. Gonna read you your rights, and treat you fair. Pull over there, With your...rockin' chair. Want you boys to know each other real well, 'Cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell. You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight, From the front door of that White Knight. Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! How 'bout it? Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! Forty miles over the speed limit! You boys gonna be here a spell. Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!!" That's it, cotton pickers, I've done been grounded;My tail's in jail, my rig impounded.So when you're comin' through the Georgia night,Don't ever get no front door called the White Knight. No sir. Wind up in the pokey with Smokey.I'm gonna pull that old CB thing out by the wires.I don't care if it is.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Figger_Eight Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Montana (Gipsy Kings) Yo voy caminandoala montana donde naciNo puedo vivirAla noche del camino irAl del cieloYo mirada una estrellaNo puedo vivirAl lado del camino irQue no vivoPasa el tiempo Translation: I go walking to the mountainwhere I was born I can't liveGoing on the road at nightOn that of the sky(meaning the road of the sky)I look at a starI can't liveGoing on the side of the roadBecause I'm not livingTime is passing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
payaso Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Blame Canada (from South Park the Movie)All four Moms Sheila: Time's have changedOur kids are kids are getting worseThey won't obey their parentsThey just want to fart and curse!Sharon: Should we blame the government?Liane: Or blame society?Dads: Or should we blame the images on TV?Sheila: No, blame CanadaEveryone: Blame CanadaSheila: With all their beady little eyesAnd flappin heads so full of liesEveryone: Blame CanadaBlame CanadaSheila: We need to form a full assaultEveryone: It's Canadas fault!Sharon: Don't blame meFor my son StanHe saw the darn cartoonAnd now he's off to join the Klan!Liane: And my boy Eric onceHad my picture on his shelfBut now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself!Sheila: Well, blame CanadaEveryone: Blame CanadaIt seems that everythings gone wrongSince Canada came alongEveryone: Blame CanadaBlame CanadaSome Guy: They're not even a real country anywayMs. McCormick: My son could've been a doctor or a lawyer it's trueInstead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecueEveryone: Should we blame the matches?Should we blame the fire?Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?Sheila: Heck no!Everyone: Blame CanadaBlame CanadaSheila: With all their hockey hullabalooLiane: And that bitch Anne Murray tooEveryone: Blame CanadaShame on CanadaThe smut we must stopThe trash we must smashLaughter and funmust all be undoneWe must blame them and cause a fussBefore someone thinks of blaming uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bug Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Dark side of the moon. You had to be there looking through the window pane. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
todd Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 "suddenly i see, some n__ that i dont like,walked up to 'em, and said whats up,first n__ that i saw, hit 'em in the jaw,ren started stompin 'em and so did e,by that time got rushed by security. cuz im the type a n__ thats built to last,f__ with me, ill put my foot in yo a__..." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Country_Jake Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Desperado, by the Eagles... Ok it may not be the best song ever but its damn close to it... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hikerwa Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 Ripple If my words did glow with the gold of sunshineAnd my tunes were played on the harp unstrungWould you hear my voice come through the musicWould you hold it near as it were your own? It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsungI don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air (Chorus) Ripple in still waterWhen there is no pebble tossedNor wind to blow Reach out your hand if your cup be emptyIf your cup is full may it be againLet it be known there is a fountainThat was not made by the hands of men There is a road, no simple highwayBetween the dawn and the dark of nightAnd if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone (Chorus) You who choose to lead must followBut if you fall you fall aloneIf you should stand then who's to guide you?If I knew the way I would take you home Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glacier_dup1 Posted March 26, 2002 Share Posted March 26, 2002 "Antidote" by Pain <chorus> Tony's got a botfly in his foreheadJenny's got a guinea worm in her shoeDave's got leeches. Mike's got fluEverybody's got a parasite - I've got you. First date: we thought it was greatWe drank and we ateWe stayed up real lateNext week we hit our peak making the bedsprings creakAnd now, one month later, <chorus> I guess that's what I get for being a jerk instead of cooling my jetsYou were a wolf in a sheepskin playing for keeps and I lostAnd now, twenty years later, <chorus> I've got you! I've got you!Somebody tell me what to do.Should I try a bit of vinegar?Has someone got an antidote?Band-Aids, cyanide, hydrogen peroxide, rum and coke if nothing else will do.Everybody's got a parasite - I've got you. <chorus> (... and they say romance is dead.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erik Posted March 30, 2002 Author Share Posted March 30, 2002 bob treatin ya right!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronco Posted March 30, 2002 Share Posted March 30, 2002 Peter, Paul and Mary If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the mor-or-ningI'd hammer in the evening,All over this laaaaaand I'd hammer out danger!I'd hammer out a warning!I'd hammer out love between my brothas and my sistas All, all over this land I hate that song. My 5th grade teacher made my class sing it in a school assembly. Makes me want to take a hammer to her! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DLunkman Posted March 30, 2002 Share Posted March 30, 2002 Traveling down a lonely high-wayI knew not where the road would endNot a penny in my pocketAll alone without a friendIn a little country villageI met a man and he was blindAs I helped him cross the highwayOh! Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine. I can see the light of dayI need not feel my wayYes, thy burdens are greater than mine. Met a lad while on my travelsTryin' hard to play the gameThough his leg was very crippledAnd he could not speak his nameYet, he smiled in understandin'Though life to him had been unkindAnd as I watched, I cried in sorrowOh! Lord his burdens are greater than mine. I can speak my name aloudMake my way among the crowdYes, his burdens are greater than mine. Just by chance I passed a graveyardI saw a young man kneelin' thereIn his hand, there were some rosesOn his lips, there was a prayerOn a stone, these words were written'Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine'And as I watched, I cried in sorrowOh! Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lizard_brain Posted March 30, 2002 Share Posted March 30, 2002 Swing the Night Away Here it is: http://www.fazed.net/humor/misc/squirrel/ [ 03-29-2002: Message edited by: lizard brain ] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rayborbon Posted March 30, 2002 Share Posted March 30, 2002 Have a listen http://www.alpinelite.com/images/ray/Misfits_One.asx Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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