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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 10:46:32 GMT -8
Oi!
I'd write down their words but. Well just give a listen n you'll see what I mean:
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Post by Sleeping Bag Man! on Apr 12, 2016 10:53:03 GMT -8
Yodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodoyodeadodo Far out, man! And yes, that is Oprah doing the intro From Oprah & the Pips?
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foxalo
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Life is infinitely stranger than anything the mind could invent.---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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Post by foxalo on Apr 12, 2016 11:06:52 GMT -8
Lamebeaver ...So I would have been been better off not listening to that while I had something in my mouth. I almost choked when he started the vocals. @ohm ...I saw relaxation in the title and thought that it might be something I could recommend to my massage therapist next time he gives me a massage, but I found it anything but relaxing. More annoying than anything.
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markskor
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Mammoth Lakes & Tuolumne Meadows...living the dream
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Post by markskor on Apr 12, 2016 12:38:22 GMT -8
TOM WAITS LYRICS "Pasties And A G-String (At The Two O'Clock Club)"
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp, I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town, Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes, Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues And the porno floor show, live nude girls, Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose Raise my rent and take off all your clothes With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum, She's so good, make a dead man come Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me [Scat]
Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips Chopped and channeled and lowered and louvered And the cheater slicks and baby moons She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared And the band is awful and so are the tunes [Scat]
Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly, And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebra And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here "Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor And I like Shelly, and you like Jane And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name? And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day, Get you a little something that you can't get at home Get you a little something that you can't get at home It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night, And I'll be back tomorrow night [Scat]
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Post by swimswithtrout on Apr 12, 2016 17:42:18 GMT -8
umdub-adaoh-segel-ungucur-ungetu-hungetur-hupreyu undubea-unpedurl-humpelilly-luptodoro-licktetor-ulumpadero umbader-lickatine-lupator-lackatera batickatheplalera theblumpalumpadera Talk, talk ? It's only talk !!!
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echo
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Post by echo on Apr 12, 2016 20:19:45 GMT -8
Joni Mitchell – Chelsea Morning Lyrics Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words It came a-reeling up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day There's a sun show every second
Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers lie Waiting to blow away
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I will bring you incense owls by night By candlelight By jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's a Chelsea morning Songwriters: MITCHELL, JONI Chelsea Morning lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing
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Post by hikingtiger on Apr 13, 2016 7:13:05 GMT -8
I think I might have one for both of you: That's awesome. And I noticed they're still on tour, though not with that guitarist and bassist.
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driftwoody
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Post by driftwoody on Apr 13, 2016 18:38:02 GMT -8
Haven't read thru the thread; I always liked this lyric from an otherwise hard to decipher song:
The percentage you're paying is too high priced While you're living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams
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driftwoody
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Post by driftwoody on Apr 13, 2016 18:43:03 GMT -8
Here's something a little less cheerful from King Crimson's first album. It was apt in 1969, and unfortunately still is:
Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams
Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were sown, And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend When no one sets the rules The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh, But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
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driftwoody
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Post by driftwoody on Apr 13, 2016 18:46:25 GMT -8
Now I find it necessary to indulge my favorite feel good song (mostly musical):
Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah.
Good old Sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin' to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there
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desert dweller
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Post by desert dweller on Apr 13, 2016 19:47:09 GMT -8
First there is a mountain. Then there is no mountain. Then there is.
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foxalo
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Post by foxalo on Apr 14, 2016 4:50:52 GMT -8
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I won't ever rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots babe I just wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours
Let me be your 'leccy meter and I'll never run out And let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (I wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours
Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours...
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I won't ever rust I just wanna be yours I just wanna be yours I just wanna be yours
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Post by grace on Apr 14, 2016 14:45:46 GMT -8
"Lucretia walks in to a room. Because she does it's not the SAME room. The one she wanted to be in. She says 'everywhere I go DAMN there I am.'" ~Ben Folds
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Post by Lamebeaver on Apr 14, 2016 15:42:46 GMT -8
Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. Hold you steady as you go. Join the chorus if you can: it'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: poppies red and roses filled with summer rain. To heal the wound and still the pain that threatens again and again as you drag down every lover's lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. Greetings well met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times. With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
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Post by swimswithtrout on Apr 14, 2016 20:50:39 GMT -8
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