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minnmess Posted Mon 25 Oct, 2010 3:20 PM |
Early in the morning risin' to the street
Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet
Got to find a reason a reason things went wrong
Got to find a reason why my money's all gone
But I got a dalmatian and I can still get high
I can play the guitar like a mother fuckin riot
What I Got- Sublime |
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deebee Posted Mon 25 Oct, 2010 3:32 PM |
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby it's the guitar man.
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man,
Bread - Guitar Man |
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Turtleneck Posted Mon 25 Oct, 2010 3:33 PM |
Deep down in Lou'siana, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
"Johnny B. Goode" -- Chuck Berry |
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deebee Posted Mon 25 Oct, 2010 3:37 PM |
Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light outa this place
Queen Tenement Funster |
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Turtleneck Posted Mon 25 Oct, 2010 7:28 PM |
Ha ha, Deebee--Bread! Good ol' Bread.
Johnny was a schoolboy when he heard his first Beatles song
"Love Me Do," I think it was and from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a guitar, used to play every night
Now he's in a rock and roll outfit and everything's all right
"Shooting Star" -- Bad Company |
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Turtleneck Posted Tue 26 Oct, 2010 1:21 PM |
Tuesday: Hair |
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mili Posted Tue 26 Oct, 2010 2:41 PM |
I've lost my key
I've gone too far
Was it enough to make you sick ?
Maybe I live again, but would I lose again my virginity ?
Oh, my virginity
I'm shaped to get in your way
But in the end
We defend our decadence
You never wept like that
Whatever lost I won't forget about you
Oh, forget about you
It's not what I said, it's what you said
It's what you did did that belongs to everyone
It's not what I hate, it's what you hate
Its decadence belongs to everyone
One day I lie next to you and you stroke my impure hair
Blonde Redhair: My Impure Hair |
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Turtleneck Posted Tue 26 Oct, 2010 3:33 PM |
She asks me why, I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night, hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low, don't ask me why, don't know
It's not for lack of bread, like the Greatful Dead, darlin'
"Hair"
Well, I keep on thinking 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
But I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes
I've been one poor correspondent
And I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you aint' been on my mind.
"Sister Golden Hair" America
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SamuraiSandy Posted Tue 26 Oct, 2010 3:40 PM |
I love Sister Golden Hair, Kayte!
Almost home
When I missed the bottom stair
You were braiding your grey hair
It had grown so long
Since I'd been gone
Iron & Wine - Carousel |
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Turtleneck Posted Wed 27 Oct, 2010 1:43 PM |
Wednesday: Food, the actual word or a specific type of food
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rella Posted Wed 27 Oct, 2010 3:36 PM |
Mozambique (Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy)
I like to spend some time in Mozambique
The sunny sky is aqua blue
And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek
It’s very nice to stay a week or two
There’s lot of pretty girls in Mozambique
And plenty time for good romance
And everybody likes to stop and speak
To give the special one you seek a chance
Or maybe say hello with just a glance
Lying next to her by the ocean
Reaching out and touching her hand
Whispering your secret emotion
Magic in a magical land
And when it’s time for leaving Mozambique
To say goodbye to sand and sea
You turn around to take a final peek
And you see why it’s so unique to be
Among the lovely people living free
Upon the beach of sunny Mozambique
~ is it OK if my food is soul food?
if not?
One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below)
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy he’s an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You’ve never learned to read or write
There’s no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
*******
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ’fore I go
To the valley below |
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Turtleneck Posted Wed 27 Oct, 2010 4:13 PM |
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack
I don't care if I never get back
"Take Me Out to the Ball Game" |
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Fri 29 Oct, 2010 7:41 AM |
| Have you lost your love of life, Too much Apple Pie, Kennedy - The Wedding Present |
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Turtleneck Posted Fri 29 Oct, 2010 1:40 PM |
Friday: Places in England |
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Gladly (the cross-eyed bear) Posted Fri 29 Oct, 2010 1:47 PM |
London's burning! London's burning!
All across the town, all across the night
Everybody's driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights
What a great traffic system - it's so bright
I can't think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone
London's burning with boredom now...
London's burning dial 99999
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