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Post by booklady on Jun 17, 2007 19:07:42 GMT -5
<Jumping up and down waving hands wildly> I know!! I know who sings it!! Trusty, you gotta see the documentary about the making of this CD. It's just amazing.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 17, 2007 23:58:59 GMT -5
I don't know all the words, but the Iguanas sing this: Cuz now it's time to rock these folks. Flame on, flame on Party boys and party girls At the flamin' Ohs ...she's got nice LEGS, she's got a black dress on Wearing cat-eyed shades all night long The flamin' Oh, y'all You play all night, you got to pay for it later You see that fine girl right there, I used to date her Let's get together an make some noise One-two-one-two-three Flame on Flame on Party boys and party girls At the Flamin' Oh
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Post by slb2 on Jun 18, 2007 0:02:18 GMT -5
It's one of those songs where, if you ain't thinking S E X by the end of it, you're doing it.
Oops. Books, will Trusty demote me?[/sub]
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Post by booklady on Jun 18, 2007 5:14:57 GMT -5
It's one of those songs where, if you ain't thinking S E X by the end of it, you're doing it. Oops. Books, will Trusty demote me?[/sub][/quote] I don't think Trusty is going to demote you for that. It's not like he'll be shocked and surprised that you said it!! Besides, sex is beautiful. Why would he object?
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Post by booklady on Jun 18, 2007 5:19:03 GMT -5
Now, who do we think of when we hear the word legs? That's right! Tina Turner!
She's got legs, knows how to use them She never begs, knows how to CHOOSE them Long leggy legs, knows what to do Would you get behind them if you can just find them All wild, so fine Alright
She's got legs, knows how to use them Jet set, knows how to party Doin' all the dance, knows how to move Everybody comes to see, comes to see her do it All wild, all fine Alright
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Post by Trusty on Jun 18, 2007 12:04:23 GMT -5
Oops. Books, will Trusty demote me? [/sub][/quote] Nahhh. U too righteous.
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Post by Trusty on Jun 18, 2007 12:12:29 GMT -5
I thought I've died and gone to heaven, When I first saw here there Standing in a sweat stained Stetson With her cow at the county fair I thought I knew how to make a move But I can't make her mind I wish I could forget her but theres just something in her smile
Cause she chews tabacco, rides on her tracter Drives all the cowboys wild Shes a tall drink of water A real farmers daughter For a living walking country mile
But I can't get within spittin' DISTANCE No matter how I beg or plead My heart is crackin' 'cause she chews tabacco but she won't choose me
Well her Momma said she liked old westerns So I did my best John Wayne Said I bet we go together like grits on a gravy tray When I lined in she gave a little grin And puckered up her lips And hit right where she was aiming Now theres a little brown stain on my boot tips
Cause she chews tabacco, rides on her trackter Drives all the cowboys wild Shes a tall drink of water A real farmers daughter For a living walking country mile
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Post by Brit on Jun 18, 2007 13:28:21 GMT -5
If I cross your path again, who knows where, who knows when On some morning without number, on some highway without end Don't grasp my hand and say "Fate has brought you here today" Oh fate is only fooling with us, friend
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall Keep your distance, keep your distance Ah with us it must be all or none at all
It's a desperate game we play, throw our souls, our lives, away Wounds that can't be mended and debts that can't be paid O I played and I got stung now I'm biting back my tongue I'm sweeping out the footprints where I strayed
Keep your distance, keep your distance When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall Keep your distance, oh keep your distance With us it must be all or none at all
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall Keep your distance, oh keep your distance With us it must be all or none at all With us it must be all or none at all With us it must be all or none at all
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 18, 2007 14:23:07 GMT -5
A month of nights, a year of days Octobers drifting into Mays You set your sail when the tide comes in And you cast your fate to the wind
You shift your course along the breeze Won't sail up wind on memories The empty sky is your best friend And you just cast your fate to the wind
That time has such a way of changing a man throughout the years And now you're rearranging your life through all your tears Alone, alone
There never was, there couldn't be A place in time for men to be Who'd DRINK the dark and laugh at day And let their wildest dreams blow away
So now you're old, you're wise, you're smart You're just a man with half a heart You wonder how it might have been Had you not cast your fate to the wind
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Post by Gracie on Jun 19, 2007 8:32:46 GMT -5
I'm cheating ever so slightly here....but hey...it's raining and something silly might just be a good mood elevator. Please to note: I did italicize 'drink' (part of 'drinking') and bolded the new word.
Very well. Carry on!
We used to get hammered ev'ry afternoon at five And for two hours we'd keep pourin' 'em down Doubles for two dollars till we could barely survive Then we'd walk out the door and weave all over town
We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind We were drunk on love and anything else we could find But then you sobered up and you drifted away Now happy hour is the saddest time of the day
Oh, can't you remember the good times we had With you singin' up at the bar We would have been terrors out on the road But we never could locate the car
We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind We were drunk on love and anything else we could find But then you sobered up and you drifted away Now happy hour is the saddest time of the day
SPOKEN: Oh, Darlin', how could you leave me after all the good times we had Remember the time you set my car on fire After you caught me in the back seat with a cocktail waitress Heh-heh, you talk about a hot date, Whoo! We nearly melted in each other's arms And the way you used to light the filter tip end on your cigarette And then smoke it right down, heh-heh Said it reminded you of Cleveland Or the way I used to stagger into the wrong restroom all the time That's how we met, up close, personal Or the quiet times when we'd stop to get pizzas And go home and have nightmares together Remember the New Year's Eve when you passed out in your ice cream? Nearly froze to death! Boy, we're talkin' fun! How could you leave all that? I mean it's not as though we were alcoholics Ten or fifteen cocktails before dinner A couple o' bottles o' wine, and brandy nightcaps We knew our limits Now, now we don't even speak the same language I speak tequila and you speak cherryade Might as well be Greek to me
Now I sit drinkin' your doubles and mine With a million memories, take your pick And the tears start fallin' like Thunderbird Wine Just can't go on, I think I'm gonna get sick
We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind We were drunk on love and anything else we could find But then you sobered up and you drifted away Now happy hour is the saddest time Yes, happy hour is the saddest time Whoa-oh, happy hour is the saddest time Of the da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y
I was really hoping that the Pirate Song had drink in it, because it's hilarious, but, alas, alack, it did not. Welladay.
I love Ray Stevens anyway.
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 20, 2007 0:22:40 GMT -5
Here you go. Set it to music! From my good buddy, Big Bill of Avon:
The Tempest, IV, i PROSPERO: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous PALACES The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 23, 2007 0:42:40 GMT -5
danno, was it something that I said, that you didn't like? I mean, did I irk you with the Iguanas? No? Well, then. Can you explain your use of prospero? Cripes, I return from vacation to discover y'all been stumped.modified to add this to danno, just in case------>
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 23, 2007 1:05:24 GMT -5
Heck, no, slb. Just couldn't come up with a song with "melted",,,,but I know and love this speech from Big Billl and hoped to move on. If anyone else can come up with a song lyric with 'melted', I'm good with that!
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Post by slb2 on Jun 23, 2007 1:35:33 GMT -5
So that's the problem! Well, since gracie took some libations (did I use the right word?), I will too, but just this once!
MacArthur Park ( Richard Harris )
Spring was never waiting for us, girl It ran one step ahead As we followed in the dance Between the parted pages and were pressed In love's hot, fevered iron Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave On the ground around your KNEES The birds, like tender babies in your hands And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no!
[break]
There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it is warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire And my passion flow like rivers through the sky And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life I'll be thinking of you And wondering why
[extended break]
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down Someone left the cake out in the rain I don't think that I can take it 'Cause it took so long to bake it And I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no! Oh, no No, no Oh no!!
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Post by Brit on Jun 23, 2007 5:02:03 GMT -5
KNEES UP MOTHER BROWN Traditional
There came a girl from France Who didn't know how to dance The only thing that she could do Was knees up Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, hopping on one foot Hopping on one foot Hopping, hopping, never stopping Hopping on one foot
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, prancing up and down Prancing up and down Prancing, prancing, never dancing Prancing up and down
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown
And whirling round and round Whirling round and round Whirling, whirling, never twirling Whirling round and round
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown
Oh, knees up Mother Brown Knees up Mother Brown Knees up, knees up, never let the breeze up, Knees up Mother Brown
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Post by booklady on Jun 23, 2007 8:54:39 GMT -5
See the curtains hanging in the window In the evening on a Friday night A little light a-shining through the window Lets me know everythings alright
Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the JASMINE in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper lying on the sidewalk A little music from the house next door So I walk on up to the door step Through the screen and across the floor
Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom July is dressed up and playing her tune When I come home from a hard days work And you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen Food cooking and the plates for two Feel the arms that reach out to hold me In the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind Summer breeze makes me feel fine Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
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Post by slb2 on Jun 23, 2007 17:00:50 GMT -5
Has GK ever smelled the jasmine, rather than the lilacs?
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Post by booklady on Jun 24, 2007 21:24:53 GMT -5
Buddy Jewell - Sweet Southern Comfort
A misty sunrise in my hometown, Rows of cotton 'bout knee high. Mrs. Baker down the dirt road, Still got clothes out on the line. Irwin Nichols, there with Judsley, Playin' Chequers at the gin. When I dream about the Southland, This is where it all begins.
From CAROLINA down to Georgia, Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia. Sleepy sweet home, Alabama, Roll Tide Roll. Muddy water, Mississippi, Blessed Graceland whispers to me. Carry on, carry on: Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
Catchin' catfish on the river; Chasin' fireflies by the creek. Kissin' Gary Williams' sister, On the porch, homecoming week. With rusted cars and weepin' willows, Keepin' watch out in the yard. Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie, Could be anywhere you are,
In Carolina or in Georgia, Open arms are waitin' for you. Louisiana, Yellow Rose of, San Antone. Arkansas, Mississippi, Old man river whispers to me: Carry on, carry on: Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
Instrumental break.
As I sit here I'm surrounded, By these priceless memories. I don't have to think about it: Theres no place I'd rather be.
Than Carolina or in Georgia, Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia. Sleepy sweet home, Alabama, Roll Tide Roll. Muddy water, Mississippi, Blessed Graceland whispers to me. Carry on, carry on: Sweet southern comfort, Carry on, carry on: Sweet southern comfort, carry on.
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Jun 25, 2007 11:48:31 GMT -5
In my mind I'm going to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Carolina in my mind.
Karen she's the silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine, watch her watch the morning come. A silver tear appearing now I'm crying, ain't I? I'm going to Carolina in my mind.
There ain't no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing around, whisper something soft and kind. And hey, babe, the sky's on fire, I'm dying, ain't I? I'm going to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I'm going to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Carolina in my mind.
Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway calling. Geese in flight and dogs that bite. And signs that might be omens say I'm going, going, going to Carolina in my mind.
With a holy host of others standing round me, still I'm on the dark side of the moon. And it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me if I'm up and in my mind I'm going to Carolina, can't you see the sunshine can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Carolina in my mind.
In my mind I'm going to Carolina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine? Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Carolina in my mind. Gotta make it back home again soon, gotta make it back on home again soon, gotta make it back to Carolina soon, can't hang around, no babe, gotta make it back home again, gotta make it back to Carolina soon...
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Post by Gracie on Jun 25, 2007 13:44:35 GMT -5
I used to dance around Betsy's nursery with her in my arms, singing this to her. When we hear it on the radio, I turn it up and we sing along....me and my girl, who was born in the month of May....
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside I've got the month of May. I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I've got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees. I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Ooooh.
I don't need no money, fortune, or fame. I've got all the riches baby one man can claim. I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl, my girl) Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl. I've even got the month of May with my girl.....
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Post by slb2 on Jun 25, 2007 13:46:17 GMT -5
Ain't No Sunshine Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She's gone much too long Any time she goes away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Anytime she goes away
I know She's gone to stay It's breakin' me up Anytime she goes away Gotta leave the young thing alone There ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And she's gone much too long Any time she goes away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I wonder if she's gone to stay There ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this HOUSE just ain't a home Any time she goes away
I know She's gone to stay It's breaking me up Any time she goes away Gotta leave the young thing alone There ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I wonder if she's gone to stay Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't no home Any time she goes away Any time she goes away
Written By: Bill Withers
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Post by slb2 on Jun 25, 2007 13:50:55 GMT -5
Oops. A little late with that last one. Here's my correction:
See the tree, how big it's grown But friend it hasn't been too long It wasn't big I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig Then the first snow came And she ran out to brush the snow away So it wouldn't die Came runnin' in all excited Slipped and almost hurt herself And I laughed till I cried She was always young at heart Kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so And I surprised her with a puppy Kept me up all CHRISTMASEve two years ago And it would sure embarrass her When I came in from workin' late 'Cause I would know That she'd been sittin' there and cryin' Over some sad and silly late, late show
And honey, I miss you And I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you If only I could
She wrecked the car and she was sad And so afraid that I'd be mad But what the heck Though I pretended hard to be Guess you could say she saw through me And hugged my neck I came home unexpectedly And caught her cryin' needlessly In the middle of the day And it was in the early Spring When flowers bloom and robins sing She went away
And honey, I miss you And I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you If only I could
One day while I was not at home While she was there and all alone The angels came Now all I have is memories of Honey And I wake up nights and call her name Now my life's an empty stage Where Honey lived and Honey played And love grew up And a small cloud passes overhead And cries down on the flower bed That Honey loved
And see the tree how big it's grown But friend it hasn't been too long It wasn't big And I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig
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Post by booklady on Jun 25, 2007 14:59:32 GMT -5
Floater (Too Much to Ask) by B.D.
Down over the window Comes the dazzling sunlit rays Through the back alleys - through the blinds Another one of them endless days
Honeybees are buzzin' Leaves begin to stir I'm in love with my second cousin I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listenin' for FOOTSTEPS But I ain't hearing any From the boat I fish for bullheads I catch a lot, sometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowing A squall is settin' in Sometimes it's just plain stupid To get into any kind of wind
The old men 'round here, sometimes they get On bad terms with the younger men But old, young, age don't carry weight It doesn't matter in the end
One of the boss' hangers-on Comes to call at times you least expect Try to bully ya - strong arm you - inspire you with fear It has the opposite effect
There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town The old one is long gone Timber two-foot six across Burns with the bark still on
They say times are hard, if you don't believe it You can just follow your nose It don't bother me - times are hard everywhere We'll just have to see how it goes
My old man, he's like some feudal lord Got more lives than a cat Never seen him quarrel with my mother even once Things come alive or they fall flat
You can smell the pine wood burnin' You can hear the school bell ring Gotta get up near the teacher if you can If you wanna learn anything
Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion. It doesn't give your appearance a very youthful touch!" Juliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't you just shove off If it bothers you so much."
They all got out of here any way they could The cold rain can give you the shivers They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee All the rest of them rebel rivers
If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again You do so at the peril of your own life I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound I've seen enough heartaches and strife
My grandfather was a duck trapper He could do it with just dragnets and ropes My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes
I had 'em once though, I suppose, to go along With all the ring dancin' Christmas carols on all of the Christmas Eves I left all my dreams and hopes Buried under tobacco leaves
It's not always easy kicking someone out Gotta wait a while - it can be an unpleasant task Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up And tears or not, it's too much to ask
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Post by Gracie on Jun 25, 2007 15:01:38 GMT -5
I knew you'd choose this one, slb.... and who can blame you? I remember that from when I was a little girl. My mom always loved (still does) songs like that. Can't resist posting this one....current events being what they are. Dammit. So this is ChristmasAnd what have you done? Another year over And a new one just begun; And so this is Christmas I hope you have fun, The near and the dear ones The old and the young; A very Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year, Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear; And so this is Christmas (War is Over, if you want it) For weak and for strong, The rich and the poor ones The road is so long; And so happy Christmas For black and for white For yellow and red ones Let's stop all the fight ; A very Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year, Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear ; And so this is Christmas (War is over, if you want it) And what have we done? Another year over And a new one just begun, And so happy Christmas We hope you have fun, The near and the dear ones The old and the young; A very Merry Christmas And a Happy New Year, Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear, War is over, if you want it War is over now..... Happy Christmas...........
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Post by booklady on Jun 25, 2007 15:23:57 GMT -5
OOops, Gracie, we crossed posts. We can go with yours.
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Post by slb2 on Jun 25, 2007 17:21:06 GMT -5
(l. stansfield/i. devaney/r. darbyshire/f. musker)
Don't give up, you're not alone Though you're weak and chilled to the bone I will shore the pain that you're going through If there's one set of footsteps I'll be carrying you
If there's one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps If there's one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps
If you're losing faith, I'll understand Don't be afraid I'm holding your hand If you trust in me then I will be true If there's one set of footsteps I'll be carrying you
If there's one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps If there's one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps
Then I'm gonna walk on, walk on I'm gonna walk on till the hurt is gone Walk on, walk on I'm gonna keep going, gonna carry on Walk on, walk on I'm gonna walk on I'm gonna walk on
Don't give up, you're not alone Gotta try to be strong, you've got to move on Just hold on tight and you'll make it through If there's one set of footsteps I'll be carrying you
If there's one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps If theres one One set of footsteps in the sand One set of footsteps
WALK ON, walk on Walk on, walk on
I'm gonna walk on till its gone
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 25, 2007 18:24:54 GMT -5
And when I see the sign that points one way The lot we used to pass by every day
Just walk away Renee You won't see me follow you back home The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same You're not to blame
From deep inside the tears I'm forced to cry From deep inside the pain I chose to hide
Just walk away Renee You won't see me follow you back home Now as the rain beats down upon my WEARY eyes For me it cries
Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall Still finds a way to haunt me though they're so small
Just walk away Renee You won't see me follow you back home Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes For me it cries
Just walk away Renee You won't see me follow you back home The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same You're not to blame
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Post by slb2 on Jun 26, 2007 0:32:30 GMT -5
Isn't this a repeat? I mean, the word WEARY and my response? When youre weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; Im on your side. when times get rough And friends just cant be found, Like a BRIDGE over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. When youre down and out, When youre on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. Ill take your part. When darkness comes And pains is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend Im sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Simon And Garfunkel lyrics
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Post by SeattleDan on Jun 26, 2007 13:02:23 GMT -5
It may be, slb. I forget. But, hey, it's a good song.
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Post by Gracie on Jun 26, 2007 20:08:53 GMT -5
I didn't want to use the most-thought of "Love Can Build a Bridge" so here's one of my favorites.... Father to son, husband to wife Brother to brother, black man to white Living together, falling apart Looking for the common ground in every human heart It all comes down to the two of us Yeah this is where we start We are building the bridgeOne small stone at a time With a lot of love And some help from above From your heart to mine There’s a land of justice, cities filled with pride A mountain of hope, just on the other side Across a river of indifference, and a valley of despair There’s a tower of courage, piercing through the air I have a dream for our children, I want to take them there And we are building the bridge One small stone at a time With a lot of love And some help from above From your heart to mine As we seek out understandingAs we learn to forgive When we open up our minds When our words are true and kind We are building the bridge It just gets better and better, every time I hear it....I always loved REO Speedwagon, anyway.
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