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re: Post a favorite song lyric of yours
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:24 pm to yaboidarrell
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:24 pm to yaboidarrell
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers on the right
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with you
Jokers on the right
Here I am
Stuck in the middle with you
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:27 pm to yaboidarrell
Can you see your days blighted by darkness
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go frick myself
You know you just can’t win
Pink Floyd —“Lost for Words”
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go frick myself
You know you just can’t win
Pink Floyd —“Lost for Words”
This post was edited on 3/18/21 at 2:38 pm
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:27 pm to yaboidarrell
If getting your point across
crosses the line some of the time
then cross it with pride.
crosses the line some of the time
then cross it with pride.
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:30 pm to Enoch
And these days you aint nothin just an interstate daydream
Turnpike Troubadours
Turnpike Troubadours
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:32 pm to yaboidarrell
I'm a moron and this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All that we got here is American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
“Flakes”
Zappa
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All that we got here is American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
“Flakes”
Zappa
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:35 pm to Tiger in the Sticks
A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun you can't trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done
But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone
I was so sure what I needed was more tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done
But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:39 pm to yaboidarrell
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what’s behind the wall
Pink Floyd — “The Final Cut”
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what’s behind the wall
Pink Floyd — “The Final Cut”
This post was edited on 3/18/21 at 2:39 pm
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:41 pm to yaboidarrell
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
Pink Floyd — “The Gunner’s Dream”
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
Pink Floyd — “The Gunner’s Dream”
This post was edited on 3/18/21 at 2:40 pm
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:41 pm to yaboidarrell
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
An' his wife she overheard.
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.
Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.
But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.
Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:
Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.
Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.
And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.
Woody Guthrie
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
An' his wife she overheard.
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.
Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.
But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.
Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:
Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.
Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.
And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.
Woody Guthrie
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:44 pm to Telecaster
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
————
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
————
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:45 pm to yaboidarrell
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:50 pm to yaboidarrell
"She got a big booty, so I call her Big Booty" - 2 Chainz
This post was edited on 3/18/21 at 12:51 pm
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:51 pm to yaboidarrell
Suddenly I recognized those bloodshot rearview mirror eyes as mine
Smoking Pipes - Megan
Smoking Pipes - Megan
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:52 pm to yaboidarrell
A real g moves in silence like lasagna
- lil Wayne
- lil Wayne
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:53 pm to A Menace to Sobriety
Well now Lord if you can hear me won't you throw a damn dog a bone
Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's going down
I sing 'em real pretty I sing 'em real sad
All the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad
They call me King Turd up here on shite Mountain but if you want it you can have the crown
Cause if the Devil shows up with a better deal this old soul's going down
I sing 'em real pretty I sing 'em real sad
All the people in the crowd say he ain't half bad
They call me King Turd up here on shite Mountain but if you want it you can have the crown
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:56 pm to TxWadingFool
Have you been spending all your money on weed and pills? Trying to write a song that'll pay the bills?
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:58 pm to yaboidarrell
Always loved this one line...
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that I've become
Posted on 3/18/21 at 12:58 pm to yaboidarrell
"Shorter of breath, one day closer to death"
Time
Pink Floyd
Time
Pink Floyd
Posted on 3/18/21 at 1:01 pm to FatMan
I'm watching the water
Watching the coast
Suddenly I know
What I want the most
And I want to tell you
Still I hold back
I need some time
Get my life on track
I know that look on your face
But there's somethin' lucky about this place
And there's somethin' good comin'
For you and me
Somethin' good comin'
There has to be
Watching the coast
Suddenly I know
What I want the most
And I want to tell you
Still I hold back
I need some time
Get my life on track
I know that look on your face
But there's somethin' lucky about this place
And there's somethin' good comin'
For you and me
Somethin' good comin'
There has to be
Posted on 3/18/21 at 1:04 pm to yaboidarrell
quote:my actual lyrics? Here's one
song lyric of yours
Tear into the vein, mislead all the many pains..
A harmony where the angels sing, that the devil calls my name..
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