Dechristo Posted November 28, 2006 Share Posted November 28, 2006 This is the day Of the expanding man That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers Wild gamblers Thats all in the past You call me a fool You say its a crazy scheme This ones for real I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why Throw a kiss and say goodbye Ill make it this time Im ready to cross that fine line Chorus: Ill learn to work the saxophone Ill play just what I feel Drink scotch whisky all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call alabama the crimson tide Call me deacon blues My back to the wall A victim of laughing chance This is for me The essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love With those of my kind Libations Sensations That stagger the mind I crawl like a viper Through these suburban streets Make love to these women Languid and bittersweet Ill rise when the sun goes down Cover every game in town A world of my own Ill make it my home sweet home Chorus This is the night Of the expanding the man I take one last drag As I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free Ill be what I want to be Chorus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
G-spotter Posted November 28, 2006 Share Posted November 28, 2006 Now I'm sittin at the blackjack table And I swear to god the dealer has a tag says "Mabel" Hit me, hit me, smile at me And they're bringing complimentary drinks to the table Players win and winners play Have a lucky day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted January 8, 2007 Share Posted January 8, 2007 {cough? } Purple haze all in my brain Lately things just dont seem the same Actin funny, but I dont know why scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all around Dont know if Im comin up or down Am I happy or in misery? What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help me Help me Oh, no, no [faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable] Hammerin Talkin bout heart n...s-soul Im talkin about hard stuff If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if So far out my mind Somethings happening, somethings happening Ooo, ahhh Ooo, {click} ahhh, Ooo, ahhh Ooo, ahhh, yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh Dont know if its day or night You got me blowin, blowin my mind Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time? Ooo Help me Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah Oh, no, oh Oh, help me Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me I cant go on like this Purple haze Youre makin me blow my mind...mama Purple haze, n-no, nooo Purple haze, no, its painful, baby Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindy66 Posted January 8, 2007 Share Posted January 8, 2007 Momma told me long ago, Sit beside me ,my one and only son,listen closely ,to what i say,it will help you some sunny day.Baby, be a simple kind of man,be something you love and understand,son be a simple kind of man, want you do this oh son,if you can...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted January 8, 2007 Author Share Posted January 8, 2007 did she also tell you not to use a woman's name as your screen name on teh interweb? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindy66 Posted January 8, 2007 Share Posted January 8, 2007 am a woman,,,,,,was played at husbands funeral! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindy66 Posted January 9, 2007 Share Posted January 9, 2007 Cmon ,,,bring on the tunes! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bstach Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 You're so plab You probably think this song is about you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joblo7 Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 "Son, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home. (And when he died) All he left us was ALONE." "Papa was a rolling stone, my son. Wherever he laid his hat was his home. (And when he died) All he left us was ALONE." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joblo7 Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 I used to visit all the very gay places Those come what may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life... From jazz and cocktails. The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distant gay traces That used to be there you could see where theyd been washed away By too many through the day... Twelve oclock tales. Then you came along with your siren of song To tempt me to madness! I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness Of a great love for me. Ah yes! I was wrong... Again, I was wrong. Life is lonely again, And only last year everything seemed so sure. Now life is awful again, A troughful of hearts could only be a bore. A week in paris will ease the bite of it, All I care is to smile in spite of it. Ill forget you, I will While yet you are still burning inside my brain. Romance is mush, Stifling those who strive. Ill live a lush life in some small dive... And there Ill be, while I rot With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Macson Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belonged to strangers, some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills, and shake the many hands There ain't nothing at the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds See a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it was fun There ain't nothing at the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds See a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau Some say it was Greenland, and some say Mexico Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pink_chalk Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 Could be worse--you could have Barry White going through your head... Worse yet, Barry Manilow! My company sponsored the event Monday night and I had to be there for political reasons. ugh! Well... it wasnt until later in the evening when the mosh pit broke out! Barry looked equally surprised! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dr_Flush_Amazing Posted January 10, 2007 Share Posted January 10, 2007 I heard it from a friend The Revolution never happened Sigh A little die No more a child Goodbye Now where's the woolen sweater You mentioned in the letter? Imply The other guy And scandalize the lion A clean shave in the morning And a full beard with no warning Time has gotten by on alibis and wine Success is so forbidding But it makes me think I'm winning Quiet Dim the lights Adopt another lifestyle Come-a, Come-a, Come on, Over and over again. You look like David Bowie But you've nothing new to show me Start another fire And watch it slowly die Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cindy66 Posted January 14, 2007 Share Posted January 14, 2007 To some I'm a wise man to some I'm a fool but I need a little somethin' to help me keep my cool I sleep with the sun and rise with the moon I feel alright with my needle and spoon [/quote Dont mess with the needle and the spoon and the trip to the moon, it will take you away. Molly Hatchett Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted January 29, 2007 Author Share Posted January 29, 2007 islands in the stream that is what we are Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
G-spotter Posted January 29, 2007 Share Posted January 29, 2007 Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted February 1, 2007 Author Share Posted February 1, 2007 If you can't make your mind up, We'll never get started. And I don't wanna wind up Being parted, broken-hearted. So if you really love me, Say yes. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted May 6, 2007 Author Share Posted May 6, 2007 When I was just a little boy I threw away all of my action toys While a I became obsessed with Operation With hearts and minds and certain glands You gotta learn to keep a steady hand And thus began my morbid fascination Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks So real It shoots through steel With rays of dark matter Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true location And does the thought of bile that’s red and black The thought of tongues that taste you back Fill you with a nauseouseous sort of elation A noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA And every day it’s growing tighter no matter what they do or say And you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter Just before they kick out the ladder With rays of dark matter Like something catching fire Do you wonder where the self resides Is it in your head or between your sides And who will be the one who will decide Its true location Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted May 6, 2007 Author Share Posted May 6, 2007 vlplACnr4T4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EWolfe Posted May 6, 2007 Share Posted May 6, 2007 Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh, chh chh-chh, uh... In the summertime when the weather is high You can stretch right up and touch the sky When the weather's fine You got women, you got women on your mind Have a drink, have a drive Go out and see what you can find If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel Speed along the lane Do a ton, or a ton and twenty-five When the sun goes down, you can make it Make it good in a lay-by Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EWolfe Posted May 6, 2007 Share Posted May 6, 2007 She got the way to move me, Cherry Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dechristo Posted May 7, 2007 Share Posted May 7, 2007 yackety-yack don't talk back Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted October 10, 2007 Author Share Posted October 10, 2007 They're justified and they're ancient And they know what time is love They're justified and they're ancient Did they come from up above? Rockman he's just made of bricks And King Boy lost his screws The Jams don't need no master plan To do whatever -- ever they can Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted November 1, 2007 Author Share Posted November 1, 2007 You're a storm So emotional Moody and Controlled Sly and Involved You're alright You come to me in times You make me realize I'm not the kindest guy But I give give give give I give what I can give So just give give give give Give me what you have dear Slow, you kept me in that storm You showed me things galore Made me want much more And now denied The things I saw inside The things I saw inside Is what really caught my eye And you give give give give Give what you can And Ill live live live live Live while I can dear You're so surprised You see me put up fights You hear me realize You come along for rides You're just so kind The eagle with red wine You made me see that bright eye Between me and time To just kill kill kill kill You kill what you can And you kill kill kill kill Anything you want Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
olyclimber Posted November 1, 2007 Author Share Posted November 1, 2007 I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection It's always best when the light is off I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm You know we're friends till we die And either way you turn I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off It's always better on the outside Fifteen blows to the back of your head Fifteen blows to your mind So lock the kids up safe tonight Put the eyes in the cupboard I've got the smell of a local man Who's got the loneliest feeling That either way he turns I'll be there Open up your skull I'll be there Climbing up the walls Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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