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i apologize in advance for this one...


"remember at the prom that night
you and me we had a fight
but the band they played our favorite song
and i held you in my arms so strong
we danced so close we danced so slow
and i swore i'd never let you go
together forever
never say goodbye
never say goodbye
you and me we gotta try
holding on to never say goodbye"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

~To





^_^

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Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch,
She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much.
"I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere,
But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear.
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts.

to:

"once i used to believe i was such a great romancer
but i came home to a woman that i did not recognize
when i pressed her for a reason she refused to even answer
it was then i felt the stranger kick me right between the eyes"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I used to feel lucky
till i spent some time with me

to:

"all by myself
don't wanna be
all by myself anymore"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Three thousand miles of wilderness
Overcome by the flow,
A lonely restitution of pavement,
Pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers,
I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture,
My path again renewed,
Against the grain,
Thats where Ill stay,
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain

Here labelled as lunatic,
Sequestered and content,
There ignored and defeated
By the government,
Theres an oriented public whos magnetic
Force does pull,
But away from the potential of the individual,
Against the grain.....

The flow is getting stronger
With smaller increments of time and eddies
Of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,
You need all that the other has,
Your right to seize the day
But in all your acquisitions you will soon
Be swept away,
Against the grain......
Theres a common consensus
And an uncomfortable cheer,
A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
It sings leave your cares behind you,
Just grab tenaciously,
This lulling sense or purpose will
Destroy us rapidly,
Against the grain.....

He's "all by himself" going against the grain.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

linking grain

People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

to:

"these mist-covered mountains are a home now for me
but my home is in the lowlands and always will be
one day you'll return to your valleys and your farms
and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms

through these fields of destruction -- baptisms of fire
i witnessed your suffering as the battle raged higher
and though it did hurt me so badly in the fear and alarm
you did not desert me my brothers in arms

now the sun's gone to hell and the moon's ridin high
let me bid you farewell, every man has to die
but it's written in the starlight and every line in your palm
we're fools to make war on our brothers in arms"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

~To

"
A time so haunting moonlight in the mist
Lay me down Beside you oh as long as it lasts
From the river comes a Figure drifting slowly by
Trailing long the water, leaving softer than a sigh
Softer than a sigh

All the feelings they remain like a still life
A dying swan song forever lost your cries of glory
The rain is falling down like silence in a shroud
When All that really matters left to lose
I'm all alone
I'm all alone

All the feelings they remain like a still life
A dying swan song forever lost your cries of glory
Walking from the shadows, a fear of sadness grows
Your heart is in your hand your knowing looks
Our Time is gone
My time is gone
Swan's dying song"

~Sarah McLachlan "Sad Clown"

^_^

linking: alone

One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold

It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesnt seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having

to:

"Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes

Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night hell dream until he dies

Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide

Mask a pretty hoppers foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies

Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway

Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

same band:

The Squirming Coil of sunset
I keep within my reach
Tried yesterday to get away
and hitchhiked to the beach

I saw Satan on the beach
trying to catch a ray
He wasn't quite the speed of light
and the squirming coil
it got away....

same album as that song:


"brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
and i am in the hallway singing to the troubadours
and the kings are all lined up outside the gate
and the autumn bell is ringing but they'll just have to wait
where is the joker? have you seen him around
with his three-coned cap that he wears like a clown
have you seen his striped stockings and heard his sad tale
about the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whale?

here come the ambassadors they show up one by one
brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done
and wendy is on the windowsill waiting to be let in
and we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin
and the kings stormed the hallway they climbed up through the gate
they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait
here comes the joker with his silly grin
he carries a martini made of bathtub gin

here comes the joker
we all must laugh
cause we're all in this together
and we love to take a bath"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

NOFX-Bath of Least Resistance

Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash cause I'm aloon


So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe

Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind

Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over dresden
Are kinda bringing me down

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brainwash cause I'm aloon

Cause Im a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney toon
A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
And Brainwashed by all their rules

Brainwashed by our leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behinde the scenes

God God God
A voice cries in the wilderness
God God God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light

to:

"we don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teacher leave those kids alone
hey! teachers! leave those kids alone
all in all you're just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I think of all the education that I missed.
But then my homework was never quite like this.
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad,
I'm hot for teacher.

Three important rules for breaking up
Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don't make a big production
Don't make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you've gone together for only a short time,
And haven't been too serious,
There's still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she preferes the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you're honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he'll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends

I'm head of the class
'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular
My mom says I'm a catch
I'm popular
I'm never last picked
I got a cheerleader chick

Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Jonny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you like his article in the newspaper

I'm the party star
I'm popular
I've got my own car
I'm popular
I'll never get caught
I'm popular
I make football bets
I'm a teachers pet.

I purpose we support a one month limit on going steady
I think It will keep you both more able to deal with weird situation
And get to know more people
I think if you're ready to go out with Jonny
Now's the time to tell him about your one month limit
He wont mind he'll apreciate your fresh look on dating
And once you've dated someone else you can date him again
I'm sure he will, I did
Everyone will appreciate it
You're so novel what a good idea
You can keep you're time to your self
You don't need date insurance
You can go out with whoever you want to
Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours
Iif you'll just listen to my plan
THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY

ok, sorry that was really long

[span class="edited"][Edited by mattyboombatty 2004-07-05 16:39][/span]

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

~To
"Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance"

^_^

I'm just a gigolo
And everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playin'
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Oh, what they're saying
And there will come a day
When youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes I know
They'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me

I'm just a gigolo
And everywhere I go
People know the part I'm playin'
Paid for every dance
Selling each romance
Oh, what they're saying
And there will come a day
When youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes I know
They'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me

'Cause I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me
There's nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama come take a chance with me
'Cause I ain't so bad

to:

"That's life, that's what people say.
You're riding' high in April,
Shot down in May.
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top in June.

That's life, funny as it seems.
Some people get their kicks,
Steppin' on dreams;
But I don't let it get me down,
'Cause this ol' word keeps getting around.

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.

That's life, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting,
But my heart just won't buy it.
If I didn't think it was worth a try,
I'd roll myself up in a big ball and die."

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

link: pirate

Yes I am a pirate
Two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass
I made enough money to buy Miami but I pissed it away so fast
Never meant to last
Never meant to last

And I have been drunk now For over two weeks
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
But I got stop wishin'
Got to go fishin'
Down to rock bottom again
Just a few friends
Just a few friends

to:

"oh pirates yes they rob i
sold i to the merchant ship
minutes after they took i
from the bottomless pit

but my hand it was made strong
by the hand of the almighty
we flowered in this generation
triumphantly

won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
cause all i've ever had
redemption songs

emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
none but ourselves can free our minds
have no fear for atomic energy
cause none of them can stop the time

how long shall they kill our prophets
while we stand aside and look?
some say it's just a part of it
we've got to fulfill the book

won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
cause all i've ever had
redemption songs

emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
none but ourselves can free our minds
have no fear for atomic energy
cause none of them can stop the time

how long shall they kill our prophets
while we stand aside and look?
some say it's just a part of it
we've got to fulfill the book

won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
cause all i've ever had
redemption songs
redemption songs
redemption songs
these songs of freedom
redemption songs"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

You knew it was coming right?

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

The horizon has been defeated
by the pirates of the new age

The horizon has been defeated
by the pirates of the new age

well maybe it's just time to say
things can go bad
and make you want to run away
but as we grow older
the troubles just seems to stay

from the animaniacs:

MEL: i am the evil pirate captain mel

CREW: and a really evil pirate too

MEL: you're very very kind
i'm an evil mastermind
and i'll do cruel things to you

CREW: we're very very kind
he's an evil mastermind
and he'll do cruel things to you

MEL: i'll kick you in your knee
poke your eyes so you can't see
and hit you with my sword.
though i be a pirate swine
i have to draw the line
so i will not push you overboard

CREW: what never?

MEL: no never

CREW: what never?

MEL: hardly ever!!

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"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Linking to swine, an old Primus tune,

Grab yourself a can of pork soda
You'll be feeling just fine
Ain't nothin' quite like sittin' 'round the house
Swillin' down them cans of swine

to:

"big man pig man
haha charade you are
you well heeled pig wheel
haha charade you are
you radiate cold shafts of broken glass
you're nearly a good laugh
almost worth a quick grin
you like the feel of steel
you're hot stuff with a hat pin
and good fun with a hand gun
you're nearly a laugh
you're nearly a laugh but you're really a cry"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

hey pig
yeah you
hey pig piggy pig pig pig
all of my fears came true
black and blue and broken bones
you left me here i'm all alone
my little piggy needed something new

~To

"...I got ta get my props
cops
come and try to snatch my *
these pigs wanna blow my house down
and undrground to the next town..."
~Cypress Hill Insane in the membrane

^_^

Linking tombstone

The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the streets
With the tombstone blues

~To

Father's hands are lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's stupid
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk


You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call the house from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I needed you the most
And now I dream about it
How it's so bad, it's so bad

...

Father's hands are lined with guilt
From tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
Made it out, we still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it
And how it's so bad, it's so bad
it's so bad, it's so bad...

~nickelback "too bad"

^_^

Sorry friends, I couldn't help but post these lyrics in response to the last song, Don't hate me:


Your butt is mine
Gonna tell you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna hurt your mind
Don't shoot to kill
Come on. Ta.

Come on.
Lay it on me
All right...

I'm giving you
On count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be...
I'm telling you
Just watch yo ur mouth
I know your game
What you're about

Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait 'til I get through...

Because I'm bad, I'm bad.
Come on. Ta.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad.
You know it. Ta.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad.
Come on, you know.
(Bad bad-really, really bad)
And the whole world has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again,
Who's bad...

i just can't resist that one


"Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I'll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
'Cause I'm the king of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right

My zippers bust, my buckles break
I'm too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I fall down
I've got more chins than Chinatown

Well, I've never used a phone booth
And I've never seen my toes
When I'm goin' to the movies
I take up seven rows

Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don'tcha call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who's fat

When I walk out to get my mail
It measures on the Richter scale
Down at the beach I'm a lucky man
I'm the only one who gets a tan
If I have one more pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code

When you're only having seconds
I'm having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta take their word

Because I'm fat, I'm fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds
Lemme tell you once again who's fat

If you see me comin' your way
Better give me plenty space
If I tell you that I'm hungry
Then won't you feed my face

Because I'm fat, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Woo woo woo, when I sit around the house
I really sit around the house

You know I'm fat, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know, you know, you know, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And you know all by myself I'm a crowd
Lemme tell you once again

You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, you know, hoo
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And the whole world knows I'm fat and I'm proud
Just tell me once again who's fat"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

just linking fat.

Well, George Lewis told the Englishman, the Italian and the Jew
"You can't open your mind, boys
To every conceivable point of view."
They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five
Judge says to the High Sheriff,
"I want him dead or alive
Either one, I don't care."
High Water everywhere

The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies
I'm preachin' the Word of God
I'm puttin' out your eyes
I asked Fat Nancy for something to eat, she said, "Take it off the shelf -
As great as you are a man,
You'll never be greater than yourself."
I told her I didn't really care
High water everywhere

Put down that chain saw and listen to me.
It's time for us to join in the fight.
It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
It's time to let the bedbugs bite.
You better put all your eggs in one basket.
You better count your chickens before they hatch.
You better sell some wine before its time.
You better find yourself an itch to scratch.
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can,
When Mr. Whipple's not around.
Stick your head in the microwave, and get yourself a tan.
Talk with your mouth full.
Bite the hand that feeds you.
Bite off more than you can chew.
What can you do?
Dare to be stupid.

Take some wooden nickels.
Look for Mr. Goodbar.
Get your mojo working now.
I'll show you how.
You can dare to be stupid.

You can turn the other cheek.
You can just give up the ship.
You can eat a bunch of sushi, then forget to leave a tip.
Dare to be stupid.

Come on and dare to be stupid.
It's so easy to do.
We're all waiting for you.
Let's go!

It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill.
So can I have a volunteer?
There's no more time for crying over spilled milk.
Now it's time for crying in your beer.
Settle down and raise a family, join the P.T.A.
Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet.
Then party till you're broke, and they drag you away.
It's okay.
You can dare to be stupid.

It's like spitting on a fish.
It's like barking up a tree.
It's like I said, you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free.
Dare to be stupid.

Yes. Why don't you dare to be stupid.
It's so easy, so easy to do.
We're all waiting for you.
Burn your candle at both ends.
Look a gift horse in the mouth.
Mashed potatoes can be your friends.

You can be a coffee achiever.
You can sit around the house
And watch "Leave It To Beaver."
The future's up to you.
So what you gonna do?
Dare to be stupid.
Dare to be stupid.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

ok ignore mine, i was late....even though it was really good.

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Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

to:

"I met him in a swamp down in Dagoba
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S-O-D-A, soda

I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said "Yoda"
Y-O-D-A, Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Well, I've been around, but I ain't never seen
A guy who looks like a muppet, but he's wrinkled and green
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Well, I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How he can lift me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Well, I left home just a week before
And I've never ever been a Jedi before
But Obi Wan, he set me straight, of course
He said, "Go to Yoda and he'll show you the Force"

Well I'm not the kind that would argue with Ben
So it looks like I'm gonna start all over again
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

So I used the Force
I picked up a box
I lifted some rocks
While I stood on my head
Well, I won't forget what Yoda said

He said, "Luke, stay away from the darker side
And if you start to go astray, let the Force be your guide"
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

"I know Darth Vader's really got you annoyed
But remember, if you kill him, then you'll be unemployed"
Oh, my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Well, I heard my friends really got in a mess
So I'm gonna have to leave Yoda, I guess
But I know that I'll be coming back some day
I'll be playing this part 'till I'm old and gray

The long-term contract that I had to sign
Says I'll be making these movies till the end of time
With my Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda

Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

to:

A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation in
To maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn't thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That's where... we found... this boy

Oh,
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
He left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi, Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn't even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say

Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he's just nine and she's fourteen
Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday

Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I've heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it's true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin' ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi, Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance, to the Force?
They interview the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said "Now listen here"
"Just stick it in your pointy ear"
"I still will teach this boy"

He was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi, Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

We caught a ride back to Naboo
'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would've liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn't long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin'
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast
Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost
I guess I'll train this boy

And I was singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi, Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"


We were singin' ...
My my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"

Going with the space theme:

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone


Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man


And I think it's gonna be a long long time...

to:

"Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
she knows

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Oh strange beautiful grass of green
with your majestic silken scenes
Your mysterious mountains
I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine

Although your world wonders me
with your majestic superior cackling hen
Your people I do not understand
So to you I wish to put an end
And you'll never hear surf music again

linking surf music:


"well i'm going to surf city gonna have some fun
yeah i'm going to surf city cause it's still the one
oh yeah i'm going to surf city gonna have some fun
two girls for every boy"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

to:

It's the little old lady from Pasadena...
The little old lady from Pasadena
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!)
Has a pretty little flowerbed of white gardenias
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!)
But parked in a rickety old garage,
Is a brand-new, shiny red, super-stock Dodge!
And everybody's saying that there's nobody meaner,
Than the little old lady from Pasadena
She drives real fast and she drives real hard;
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard
It's the little old lady from Pasadena...
If you see her on the street, don't try to "choose" her
(Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!)
You might try to "go" her, but you'll never lose her!

Another Jan & Dean Song

Jerry was a race car driver
He drove so @#!$%#$&^* fast
He never did win no checkered flag
But he never did come in last
Jerry was a race car driver
He'd say "El solo number one"
With a bocephus sticker
On his 442 he'd light 'em up
Just for fun

Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
And wrapped himself around a telephone pole.


[span class="edited"][Edited by 2004-07-11 19:32][/span]

to: (insert barfing smilie here)

Tommy and Laura were lovers he wanted to give here everything
Flowers presents and most of all a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stockcar race a thousand dollar price it read
He couldn't get Laura on the phone so to her mother Tommy said
Tell Laura I love her tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late I've something to do that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing ground he was the youngest driver there
The crowd roared as they started to race
Around the truck they drove at a deadly pace
No one knows what happened that day how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath they heard him say
Tell Laura I love her tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry my love for her will never die

Now in the chapel Laura prays for her Tommy who passed away
It was just for Laura that he lived and died alone in the chapel she can hear him cry
Tell Laura I love her...
My love for her will never die

to:

"after 2000 came 2000 and one
to be the new champions we were there for to run
come springtime in arizona to the fall in monterey
and the raceways were a battlefield and we fought em all the way

it was at phoenix in the morning i had a wake up call
she went around without a warning put me in the wall
i drove long beach california with three cracked vertebrae
and it was on to indianaoplis indiana in may

well the brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn
i climbed a mountain to qualify went flat through the turns
but i was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
and i sat down in gasoline alley and i cried

well we were in at the kill again on the milwaukee mile
and in june up in michigan we were robbed at belle isle
and it was on to portland oregon for the g.i. joe
and i'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go

new england, ontario, we died in the dirt
those walls from mid-ohio to toronto they hurt
and we came to road america where we burned up at the lake
but at the speedway at nazareth i made no mistake..."

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

linking brickyard:

Doesnt seem that long ago
Three of us walkin down that road
Grey 55 Chevy parked in the front yard
Little Melody tagged along
Those were the best days now theyre gone
Oh its been twelve years since it went down
Lord, lost my best friend now
I can still see him fishin on that old dock
I know I cant bring back yesterday
But oh Lord cant you help me find my way

Down to brickyard road
Oh, walk on down
Down to brickyard road
Hes with me now
Swore I saw a Free Bird fly
Ridin the winds of a Southern sky
When I hear that whistle blow
It carries me back
To brickyard road

to:

Well my names john lee pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
Hed buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
Its before my time but Ive been told
He never came back from copperhead road

Now daddy ran the whiskey in a big block dodge
Bought it at an auction at the masons lodge
Johnson county sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin, knew something wasnt right
He was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin down copperhead road

~To





^_^

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Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch,
She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much.
"I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere,
But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear.
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts.

to:

"once i used to believe i was such a great romancer
but i came home to a woman that i did not recognize
when i pressed her for a reason she refused to even answer
it was then i felt the stranger kick me right between the eyes"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I used to feel lucky
till i spent some time with me

to:

"you better leave
you better leave my little girl alone
you better leave
you better leave my little girl alone
lord, before i get even madder
and i go and do something wrong

you called my house
just the other day
i picked up the extension
and i heard every word you say

why don't you just go
man and leave my little girl alone
lord before i get even madder
and i go and do something wrong."

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

here is the something wrong:


Don't wanna talk about it
I say why not?
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason
For your little black backpack
Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
And
Don't wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back

From:

Don't wanna talk about it
I say why not?
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason
For your little black backpack
Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
And
Don't wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back

To:

Let's give them something to talk about.
A little something to figure out.
Let's give them something to talk about,
How about love, love, love!!


[span class="edited"][Edited by chocobobabe 2004-06-22 10:30][/span]

to:

I am an old woman
Named after my mother
An old man is another
Child who's grown old

If dreams were thunder
Lightning was desire
This old house it would've burned down
A long time ago

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That i can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go

When i was a young girl
I had me a cowboy
It wasn't much to look at
It was a free ramblin' man
There was a long time
No matter how i tried
The years they just rolled by
Like a broken down dance

Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That i can hold on to
To believe in this livin'
Is just a hard way to go


Same Artist

linking angel
Palindat, I know angel from Montgomery through Ben Harper, I know it is probably a cover, who was original?


I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me

Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?

Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years
For dignity

to:

"i have spoke with a tongue of angels
i have held the hand of the devil
it was warm in the night
i was cold as a stone
but i still haven't found what i'm looking for
but i still haven't found what i'm looking for

i believe in the kingdom come
then all the colors will bleed into one
bleed into one
but yes i'm still running
you broke the bonds and loosed the chains
carried the cross of my shame
of my shame
you know i believe it
but i still haven't found what i'm looking for
but i still haven't found what i'm looking for"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

~To
"Irish blood english heart this I'm made of
there is nothing in this world I'm afraid of"

^_^

Just going with afraid:

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid

to:


I'm watchin' you through the window
With your girlfriends from back home
You're showin' off your dress
There's laughter and a toast
From your daddy to the prettiest bride he's ever seen
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin
I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high
Just holdin' you to me
As through the window the moonlight streams
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

Now the ritual begins
'Neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out 'neath the stars' ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams

another springstein tune:


He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin for when the last shall be first and the first
shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad

to:

On a rattlesnake speedway in the utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and Im just killing time
Working all day in my daddys garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl Im gonna take charge

The dogs on main street howl `cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I aint a boy no Im a man
And I believe in a promised land

Ive done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

Another Springsteen tune - Promised Land

linking speedway to " new speedway boogie"

Who can deny, who can deny, it's not just a change in style?
One step down and another begun and I wonder how many miles.
I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand, but I think in time we will.
Now, I don't know but I was told in the heat of the sun a man died of cold.
Keep on coming or stand and wait, with the sun so dark and the hour so late.
You can't overlook the lack, jack, of any other highway to ride.
It's got no signs or dividing lines and very few rule to guide.

to:

I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

No stop signs, speedin' limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan! Paid my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mama! Look at me
I'm on my way to the promise land

linking the devil and highway:

Now he's out on the highway
He's got the key and the right of way
His tank is full and his toll's paid
Hellbound and determined
He run a dangerous payload
When he comes to the crossroads
Ah, man it's all times to explode
You'll just see the sky burnin'

Now he's standin' at hell's door
With a bad attitude and a forty-four
The devil said, "What's up man
Now what you come here for?"
He said, "Man, let's just get to it"
He said, "I always heard that you were the bad one
There's a few places I ain't been, a few things I ain't done
You got your pitchfork and I got my gun"
Someone's gotta do it

to:

"the devil went down to georgia he was lookin for a soul to steal
he was in a bind cause he was way behind and he was willing to make a deal
when he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
and the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said boy let me tell you what
i guess you didn't know it but i'm a fiddle player too
and if you'd care to take a dare i'll make a bet with you
now you played pretty good fiddle boy but give the devil his due
i bet a fiddle of gold against your soul cause i think i'm better than you
the boy said "my name's johnny and it might be a sin
but i'll take your bet you're gonna regret
cause i'm the best that's ever been"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

linking fiddles:

I remember down in Houston we were puttin' on a show
When a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled, "Cotton-Eyed Joe"!
He said, "We love what you're doin', boys don't get us wrong
There's just somethin' missin' in your song"

If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band
That lead guitar is hot but not for "Lousiana Man"
So rosin up that bow for "Faded Love" and let's all dance
If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band

to:

"country dj's know that i'm an outlaw
they'd never come to see me in this dive
where bikers stare at cowboys
who are laughing at the hippies
who are praying they'll get out of here alive

the loudmouth in the corner's gettin to me
talking bout my earrings and my hair
i guess he ain't read the signs
that say i've been to prison
someone oughtta warn him fore i knock him off his chair

cause my long hair just can't cover up my red neck
i've won every fight i've ever fought
i don't need some turkey tellin me that i ain't country
sayin i ain't worth a damn old ticket that he bought

and i can sing all those songs about texas
and i still do all the sad ones that i know
they tell me i look like merle haggard
and i sound a lot like david allen coe

but the barmaid in the last town that we played in
knew the words to every song i wrote
she said jimmy rabbit turned her on to my last album
just about the time the jukebox broke

yeah, johnny cash helped me get out of prison
long before rodriguez stole that goat
i've been the rhinestone cowboy for so long i can't remember
and i can do you every song hank williams ever wrote

and i can sing all those songs about texas
and i still do all the sad ones that i know
i can't help it, i look like merle haggard
and sound a lot like david allen coe

but these country dj's all think i'm an outlaw
they'd never come to see me in this dive
where bikers stare at cowboys
who are laughin at the hippies
who are praying they'll get out of here alive...."

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

this is a weak link:with cowboy(but one of my fav songs)

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll tell you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
We flew straight across that river bridge
Last night half past two
The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we
Went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something I've never been shown

From:

Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll tell you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
We flew straight across that river bridge
Last night half past two
The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we
Went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something I've never been shown

To:

The Devil went dow to Georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal....


**Strangest link...when I read the above song, in my head it had the same beat as "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"...Weird huh?

~To

"In New York, freedom looks like too many choices
In New York, I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on a cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York
Just got a place in New York

In New York, summers get hot, well into the hundreds
You can't walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as handbag and a can of mace ..."

~U2 "New York"

^_^

to:

"you called me last night on the telephone
and i was glad to hear from you cause i was all alone
you said it's snowing it's snowing
god i hate this weather
and now i walk through blizzards just to get us back together

we met in the springtime at a rock and roll show
it was on the bowery when it was time to go
we kissed on the subway in the middle of the night
i held your hand
you held mine
it was the best night of my life

cause everyone's my friend
in new york city
and everything looks beautiful
when you're young and pretty
the streets are paved with diamonds
and there's just so much to see
but the best thing about new york city is
you and me

you wrote me a letter just the other day
said springtime is coming soon so i know you've come to stay
i packed my stuff
i'm on the bus
i can't believe it's true
i'm three days from new york city
and i'm three days from you

cause everyone's your friend
in new york city
and everything looks beautiful
when you're young and pretty
the streets are paved with diamonds
and there's just so much to see
but the best thing about new york city is
you and me"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I'm going to New York City
I never really been there
Just like the way it sounds
I heard the girls are pretty
There must be something happening there
It's just too big a town


See I've been to New York City
Seems like it was yesterday
I was standing like a pilgrim
On the Great White Way
The girls were really pretty
But they wouldn't talk to me
I held out about a week
Went back to Tennessee

So, I thought I'd better warn him
As he climbed out of my car
Grabbed his battered suitcase
And shouldered his guitar
I knew I was just jealous
If I didn't wish him well
I slipped the kid a twenty
Said 'Billy give 'em hell'

to:


"start spreading the news i'm leaving today
i wanna be a part of it -- new york, new york
these vagabond shoes are longing to stray
right to the very heart of it -- new york, new york
i wanna wake up in the city that never sleeps
and find i'm king of the hill
top of the heap

these little town blues are melting away
right to the very start of it -- new york, new york
if i can make it there i'll make it anywhere
it's up to you new york, new york"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Well, I shuffled through the city on the 4th of July
I had a firecracker waiting to blow
Breakin' like a rocket who makin' its way
To the cities of Mexico
Lived in an apartment out on Avenue A
I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th
Had myself a lover who was finer than gold
But I've broken up and busted up since

And love don't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before
The world won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out there through the door
Well, I still love you, New York

Fairytale of New York


It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old sl** on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed

You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you

I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Linking mountain and bed in prev song, so I could throw this gem in: "Remember the Mountain bed"

Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
Face, breast, hips, and thighs
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go

There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...

I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again


Edit: this is one of my two or three fav songs. I couldn't bring myself to edit it, so it is here in its entirety.

[span class="edited"][Edited by 2004-06-23 22:36][/span]

to:

Listen children to a story
that was written long ago
Bout a kingdom on a mountain
and the valley far below
On the mountain was a treasure,
buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley people swore
they'd have it for their own.

So go ahead and hate your neighbor,
go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of heaven,
you can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing,
come the judgment day
But on the bloody morning after,
one tin soldier rides away.

So the people from the valley
sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure,
tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came an answer from the kingdom,
"with our brothers we will share
All the secrets of the mountain,
all the riches buried there."

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses, draw your swords"
And they killed the mountain people,
so they won their just rewards
Now they stood beside the treasure,
on the mountain, dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it,
"Peace on earth" was all it said.

to:

"there's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles
blood in the streets it's up to my knees
blood in the streets in the town of chicago
blood on the rise it's following me

just about the break of day
she came and then she drove away
sunlight in her hair

there's blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
blood in the streets it's up to my thighs
yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
the women are cryin rivers of weepin

she came in town and then she drove away
sunlight in her hair

indians scattered on a dawn's highway bleeding
ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

blood in the streets in the town of new haven
blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice
bloody my love in the terrible summer
bloody red sun of phantastic L.A.

there's blood in the streets it's up to my ankles
blood in the streets it's up to my knee
blood in the streets the town of chicago
blood on the rise it's following me"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

to:

My daddy was a cop on the east side of Chicago
Back in the U.S.A. back in the bad old days

In the heat of a summer night
In the land of the dollar bill
When the town of Chicago died
And they talk about it still
When a man named Al Capone
Tried to make that town his own
And he called his gang to war
With the forces of the law

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was
Glory be!
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night the people saw
Brother what a fight the people saw
Yes indeed!

And the sound of the battle rang
Through the streets of the old east side
'Til the last of the hoodlum gang
Had surrendered up or died
There was shouting in the street
And the sound of running feet
And I asked someone who said
"'Bout a hundred cops are dead!"

To the battle of evermore:

I hear the horses thunder
Down in the valley below
Im waiting for the angels of avalon
Waiting for the eastern glow

to:

"wild horses couldn't drag me away
wild wild horses couldn't drag me away"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

linking away:

I think I'm breaking out
I'm gonna leave you now
theres nothing for me here
it's all the same
and even though I know
that everything might go
go downhill from here
I'm not afraid

way away away ill be from here
way away away so you can see
how it feels to be alone and not believe
anything

Yellow Card: Way Away


[span class="edited"][Edited by tetra_fan1212 2004-06-24 11:05][/span]

linking away again:

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Look away, you rollin' river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Look away. We're bound away
Across the wide Missouri

Now the Missouri is a mighty river
Look away, you rollin' river.
Indians camp along her border
Look away. We're bound away
Across the wide Missouri

to:

"You might believe in Heaven
I would not care to say
For every star in Heaven
There's a sad soul here today
Wake up in the morning with a good face
Stare at the moon all day
Lonely as a whisper on a star chase
Does anyone care anyway
For all the prayers in Heaven
So much of life's this way

Did we leave our way behind us
Such a long long way behind us
Who knows when, now who knows where
Where the light of day will find us ?
Look for the day"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Link Star:


Id like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
Id like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
Id love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, Id give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

Id like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
So, Id give this world
just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

To:

"Standing in the alpha beta parking lot
Watching the sunset- I'll never forget
Watching all the reds, and oranges slip away-
Letting go of yet, another dirty day

Breathing in the fumes from so many ideling cars
right beneath the sign with the dusty yellow stars
watching the sun go down--
watching the sun go down--
watching (the sun) the sun (watching the sun) go down"

linking the colors:

Anger, he smiles,
towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on
But they're all bold as love, yeah, they're all bold as love
Yeah, they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war,
and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But, I'm eh, yeah, I'm bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl)
I'm bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)

to:

"i'm just mad about saffron
and saffron's mad about me
i'm just mad about my saffron
she's just mad about me

they call it mellow yellow (quite rightly)
they call me mellow yellow (quite rightly)
they call me mellow yellow (quite rightly)

electrical banana is gonna be a sudden craze
electrical banana is gonna be the very next craze

they call it mellow yellow (quite rightly)
they call it mellow yellow (quite rightly)
they call it mellow yellow (quite rightly)"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

[font color="#800080"]"I'm not Crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
but stay awhile
and maybe you'll see
a different side of me"[/font]

to:

"all by myself
don't wanna be
all by myself anymore"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

Three thousand miles of wilderness
Overcome by the flow,
A lonely restitution of pavement,
Pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers,
I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture,
My path again renewed,
Against the grain,
Thats where Ill stay,
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain

Here labelled as lunatic,
Sequestered and content,
There ignored and defeated
By the government,
Theres an oriented public whos magnetic
Force does pull,
But away from the potential of the individual,
Against the grain.....

The flow is getting stronger
With smaller increments of time and eddies
Of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,
You need all that the other has,
Your right to seize the day
But in all your acquisitions you will soon
Be swept away,
Against the grain......
Theres a common consensus
And an uncomfortable cheer,
A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
It sings leave your cares behind you,
Just grab tenaciously,
This lulling sense or purpose will
Destroy us rapidly,
Against the grain.....

He's "all by himself" going against the grain.

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

linking grain

People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it.
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to
live it. There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend.

to:

"these mist-covered mountains are a home now for me
but my home is in the lowlands and always will be
one day you'll return to your valleys and your farms
and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms

through these fields of destruction -- baptisms of fire
i witnessed your suffering as the battle raged higher
and though it did hurt me so badly in the fear and alarm
you did not desert me my brothers in arms

now the sun's gone to hell and the moon's ridin high
let me bid you farewell, every man has to die
but it's written in the starlight and every line in your palm
we're fools to make war on our brothers in arms"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

~To

"
A time so haunting moonlight in the mist
Lay me down Beside you oh as long as it lasts
From the river comes a Figure drifting slowly by
Trailing long the water, leaving softer than a sigh
Softer than a sigh

All the feelings they remain like a still life
A dying swan song forever lost your cries of glory
The rain is falling down like silence in a shroud
When All that really matters left to lose
I'm all alone
I'm all alone

All the feelings they remain like a still life
A dying swan song forever lost your cries of glory
Walking from the shadows, a fear of sadness grows
Your heart is in your hand your knowing looks
Our Time is gone
My time is gone
Swan's dying song"

~Sarah McLachlan "Sad Clown"

^_^

linking: alone

One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travelers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he get home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold

It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesnt seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having

to:

"Spasm waiter dropping to his knees, sees
Slander on wrap paper ties
Lifting up his head he feels the sunlight in his eyes

Grasp a kettle top and shoot the breeze, please
Ramble while slop scraper sighs
Tossing in his bed at night hell dream until he dies

Operations at the sink
The dribble liquid visible beneath his troubled eyes
Feels it tilt and start to slide

Mask a pretty hoppers foot with squeeze cheese
Dangle some grape apple pies
Tranquil and serene until he runs out of supplies

Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway

Your hands and feet are mangos
Youre gonna be a genius anyway"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

same band:

The Squirming Coil of sunset
I keep within my reach
Tried yesterday to get away
and hitchhiked to the beach

I saw Satan on the beach
trying to catch a ray
He wasn't quite the speed of light
and the squirming coil
it got away....

same album as that song:


"brett is in the bathtub making soup for the ambassadors
and i am in the hallway singing to the troubadours
and the kings are all lined up outside the gate
and the autumn bell is ringing but they'll just have to wait
where is the joker? have you seen him around
with his three-coned cap that he wears like a clown
have you seen his striped stockings and heard his sad tale
about the kids under the carpet and the purple humpbacked whale?

here come the ambassadors they show up one by one
brett is tasting all the soup to see if it is done
and wendy is on the windowsill waiting to be let in
and we're all in the bathtub now making bathtub gin
and the kings stormed the hallway they climbed up through the gate
they didn't mean to be impolite but they just couldn't wait
here comes the joker with his silly grin
he carries a martini made of bathtub gin

here comes the joker
we all must laugh
cause we're all in this together
and we love to take a bath"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

NOFX-Bath of Least Resistance

Too many words on the the tip of my tongue and
I can never figure out
When to speak when to shout when to shut up
When to knock myself out

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brain wash cause I'm aloon


So could ya please throw my head in a tub?
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an overrated frontal lobe

Expensive thrills
sexual perversity
are always filling my mind

Mixed with guilt
Cause of bombs over dresden
Are kinda bringing me down

I need a brainwash
Gray-matter bath
I need the clutter all
Thrown in the trash
I need a brainwash cause I'm aloon

Cause Im a psycho-babble brain
A real life looney toon
A mixed up maniac, Im certifyable
So put me in a room right next to Nicholson
And give me thorazine Cause all I wanna do
Is sing traditional songs
But I like to sing in minor technologies
Not making sense
So could you please throw my head in a tub
I could really use a cereberal scrub
Wash away what I know
It's an over rated frontal lobe

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
And Brainwashed by all their rules

Brainwashed by our leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behinde the scenes

God God God
A voice cries in the wilderness
God God God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light

to:

"we don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teacher leave those kids alone
hey! teachers! leave those kids alone
all in all you're just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall"

---

"That's the trouble with political jokes in this country... they get elected!" -- Dave Lippman

I think of all the education that I missed.
But then my homework was never quite like this.
Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I'm hot for teacher.
I got it bad, so bad,
I'm hot for teacher.

Three important rules for breaking up
Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don't make a big production
Don't make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you've gone together for only a short time,
And haven't been too serious,
There's still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she preferes the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you're honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he'll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends

I'm head of the class
'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular
My mom says I'm a catch
I'm popular
I'm never last picked
I got a cheerleader chick

Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Jonny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you like his article in the newspaper

I'm the party star
I'm popular
I've got my own car
I'm popular
I'll never get caught
I'm popular
I make football bets
I'm a teachers pet.

I purpose we support a one month limit on going steady
I think It will keep you both more able to deal with weird situation
And get to know more people
I think if you're ready to go out with Jonny
Now's the time to tell him about your one month limit
He wont mind he'll apreciate your fresh look on dating
And once you've dated someone else you can date him again
I'm sure he will, I did
Everyone will appreciate it
You're so novel what a good idea
You can keep you're time to your self
You don't need date insurance
You can go out with whoever you want to
Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours
Iif you'll just listen to my plan
THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY

ok, sorry that was really long

[span class="edited"][Edited by mattyboombatty 2004-07-05 16:39][/span]

---

Critical Fertilator: The Micromanager of Macronutrients

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland