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re: Post your favorite line(s) from a song (performer and title)
Posted on 6/9/13 at 7:58 pm to RogerTheShrubber
Posted on 6/9/13 at 7:58 pm to RogerTheShrubber
Roger... the First verse is one my favs...
fyi for others... J. Cash
"Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day."
fyi for others... J. Cash
"Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day."
Posted on 6/9/13 at 11:21 pm to Grassy1
I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically performed armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and profound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, perform live on your hottest block
-Inspectah Deck
Wu Tang Clan- Triumph 1997
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically performed armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swinging swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and profound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, perform live on your hottest block
-Inspectah Deck
Wu Tang Clan- Triumph 1997
Posted on 6/10/13 at 12:34 am to Grassy1
quote:
Roger... the First verse is one my favs...
Yep, I've felt that feeling many times. That song is powerful for those who understand it.
Posted on 6/10/13 at 8:00 am to rebeloke
He says the Brazo still runs muddy long she's run all along
There ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this Chevrolet pick-up truck, shewas something, back in '60
Now there ain't nobody listen to him, 'cause they all think he's crazy
This old porch is just a long time waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back, not crying 'bout the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter and the curse of luck
From all them sons-of-bitches, who said we'd never get back up
R.E.K. - the front porch song
There ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this Chevrolet pick-up truck, shewas something, back in '60
Now there ain't nobody listen to him, 'cause they all think he's crazy
This old porch is just a long time waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back, not crying 'bout the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter and the curse of luck
From all them sons-of-bitches, who said we'd never get back up
R.E.K. - the front porch song
Posted on 6/10/13 at 8:51 am to Dandy Lion
"The band is just fantastic,
That is really what I think,
Oh, by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game boy?
We call it "Riding the Gravy Train"".
-Have a Cigar, Pink Floyd
That is really what I think,
Oh, by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game boy?
We call it "Riding the Gravy Train"".
-Have a Cigar, Pink Floyd
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