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I always thought this one of the most peaceful, concise lines in music..
And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation. |
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again This happens all the time It's detachable This comes in handy a lot of the time I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble Or I can rent it out when I don't need it But now and then I go to a party Get drunk And the next morning I can't for the life of me Remember what I did with it First I looked around my apartment And I couldn't find it So I called up the place where the party was They hadn't seen it either I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'Cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party But they were no help either I was starting to get desperate I really don't like being without my penis for too long It makes me feel like less of a man And I really hate to have to sit down every time I take a leak After a few hours of searching the house And calling everyone I could think of I was starting to get very depressed So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue toward St. Mark's Place Where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven Some guy was selling it I had to buy it off him He wanted 22 bucks but I talked him down to 17 I took it home Washed it off And put it back on I was happy again Complete People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached But I don't know Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass I like having a detachable penis ---King Missile ("Detachable Penis") |
Another groin song:
Well I'm upper upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small The social pages say I've got The biggest balls of all I've got big balls I've got big balls They're such big balls And they're dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) And my balls are always bouncing My ballroom always full And everybody cums and cums again If your name is on the guest list No one can take you higher Everybody says I've got Great balls of fire I've got big balls Oh I've got big balls And they're such big balls Dirty big balls And he's got big balls And she's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) Some balls are held for charity And some for fancy dress But when they're held for pleasure They're the balls that I like best My balls are always bouncing To the left and to the right It's my belief that my big balls Should be held every night We've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Dirty big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) (We've got big balls) (We've got big balls) And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) AC/DC |
Kill My Landlord-by Eddie Murphy
Dark and lonely on a summer's night. Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord. Watchdog barking. Do he bite? Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord. Slip in his window. Break his neck. Then his house I start to wreck. Got no reason. What the heck? Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord. C-I-L-L my land lord. |
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We're going to lighten it up a bit We're going to lighten it up a bit This really isn't a stupid song This is a special song This is an important song This is a dance song This is.. THIS IS RED ROCKS...THIS IS THE EDGE!!! No really this is a song about... We want to get serious now that we have your attention We want to talk about.. We want to talk about an important man Who could have an important effect On everybody in this room's lives If they were willing to take the chance To let this person into their hearts and their views Because this is a special man this man was a philosepher many years ago And this man wrote a great book For this is the author of the Helping Friendly Book The book that could change your life, the way it changed ours And I hope that someday That you, you people will all have the chance To read the Helping Friendly Book And experience the wisdom Of the great and knowledgeable...Man who wrote the Helping Friendly Book Because he is, the great and knowledgeable He is the one, the only...Author of the great Helping Friendly Book HE is, the man, the great man, the only, the special, His name is...The Author of the Helping Friendly Book He is the great, the knowledgeable, the one, the only, the great and knowledgeable... Person who wrote the Helping Friendly Book His name could only be, the one, the only, the only, the special, the Author of the Helping Friendly Book HE WROTE THE F***ING BOOK OK! HE WROTE THE BOOK His name.. WAS.. ICCULUS!!!!! Written by the great and knowledgeable Icculus Your children are old enough To read ICCULUS A cold and lonely night Running the pace of her fright Look at her face tonight! Thanks! |
Ms. Cristina drives a nine four four
Satisfaction oozes from her pores She keeps rings on her fingers Marble on her floor Cocaine on her dresser Bars on her doors She keeps her back against the wall She keeps her back against the wall So I say I say welcome, welcome to the boomtown Pick a habit We got plenty to go around Welcome, welcome to the boomtown All that money makes such a succulent sound Welcome to the boomtown David & David - Welcome to the boomtown |
White Room - Cream
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. Ill wait in the queue when the trains come back; Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
"Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve.
A nation that stands alone. Cold voices, faces pale, gathered unto their judgement day. Such pride remains unbroken. Such words remain unspoken. Just mothers to stand in vain and cry. Tears and medals in the rain. Shall I recall when justice did prevail? No reason to be found why reason did fail. The all clear resounding. The way was clear to rebuild this land. Shall I call on you to guide me well, to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled? On this day of our ascension. Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for. For our spirit and laws and ways. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. For heaven or hell we shall not wait. Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger on this day in this stone chamber? The all clear resounding. The way was clear to rebuild this land. Shall I call on you to guide me well. To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled. On this day of our ascension, on this day we praise the fallen. Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for. For our spirit and laws and ways. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. For heaven or hell we shall not wait. Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger on this day in this stone chamber?" -Honor. From VNV Nations' "Praise the fallen" |
Man, this guy can write.
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The company I work for was just sold. The purchaser is not from our country. I hope the story portrayed here does not come true for me.
"We Can't Make it Here" Lyrics Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry |
Every thread about SoCal makes me think of this song...
Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this bull-s*** three ring circus sideshow of Freaks here in this, hopeless f***ing, hole we call LA. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any f***ing time. Any f***ing day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. It's a bull-s*** three ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless ****ing hole we call LA. The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any f***ing time. Any f***ing day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dips***s. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will I sure could use a vacation from this stupid s***, silly s***, stupid s***... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. F*** L Ron Hubbard and F*** all his clones. F*** all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. F*** retro anything. F*** your tattoos. F*** all you junkies and F*** your short memory. F*** smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas. F*** these dysfunctional, insecure actresses. Cuz I'm praying for rain and I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it come down. Suck it down. Suck it down. Flush it down. |
Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-rent blues I come home one Friday, had to tell the landlady I'd done lost my job She said that don't comfort me, long as I get my money next Friday Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent, and out the door I went So I goes to the landlady, I said, "You let me slide?" I'll have the rent for you tomorrow. the next day I don't know So said let me slide it on you know people, I notice when I come home in the evening She ain't got nothing nice to say to me, but for five year she was so nice Loh' she was lovy-dovy, I come home one particular evening The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?", I said, "No, can't find no job" Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job" Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner, leaning up against a post" I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day" She said "That don't confront me, long as I get my money next Friday" Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent, and out the door I went So I go down the streets, down to my good friend's house I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know, can I stay with you maybe a couple days?" He said "Uh, Let me go and ask my wife" He come out of the house, I could see in his face I know that was no He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know" I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too" So I go back home I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah" And then she was so nice, loh' she was lovy-dovy So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go, I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go She a-hollerin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent, she ain't gonna get none of it So I stop in the local bar you know people, I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose, need me a triple shot of that juice Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer But I'm sitting now at the bar, I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer Looked down the bar, here come the bartender I said "Look man, come down here" So what you want? One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last, gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed Gonna get high man I ain't had enough, need me a triple shot of that stuff Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here, I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer Now by this time I'm plenty high, you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high Looked down the bar I say to my bartender I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there So what you want this time? I said "Look man, a-what time is it?" He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock Last call for alcohol, so what you need?" One bourbon, one scotch, one beer No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week, gotta get drunk man so I can't even speak Gonna get high man listen to me, one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear, I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer One bourbon, one scotch, one beer |
This is on my headphones, right now:
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an MMJ fave:
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not a traditional "song" per se, but an interesting cut, none the less:
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gotta luv a "beaver" song:
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Okay...nobody is typing all this. Where do you guys go to cut & paste?
"Some people say there's a woman to blame but I know It's my own damned fault." -Jimmy Buffett |
"Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on inside you" THAT SMELL LYNARD SKYNARD |
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That "song" was spoken by a Mac, FWIW. :) Best, |
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Just Google "Margaritaville lyrics" and BAM! |
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