one song

M. (hristine · June 23, 2006

my true love drowned in a dirty old pan

of oil that did run from the block

of a falcon sedan 1969

the paper said '75

there were no survivors

none found alive

trees break the sidewalk

and the sidewalk skins my knees

there's glass in my thermos

and blood on my jeans

nickels and dimes of the fourth of july

roll off in a crooked line

to the chain-link lots where the red tails dive

oh how i forgot what it's like

hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs

moves like she runs

hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs

moves like she runs

hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight

round the town tonight

hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight

round the town tonight

hey pretty baby get high with me,

we can go to my sister's if we say we'll watch the baby

the look on your face yanks my neck on the chain

and i would do anything (i would do anything)

to see you again

so i've fallen behind

hey when she sings, when she sings when she sings like she runs

moves like she runs

hey when she moves, when she moves when she moves like she runs

moves like she runs

hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight

round the town tonight

hey there there's such tender wolves 'round town tonight

round the town tonight

go on, go on scream and cry

you're miles from where anyone will find you

this is nothing new, no television crew

they don't even put on the sirens

my nightgown sweeps the pavement

please don't let him die

oh how i forgot...

embiggen · June 23, 2006

It's summertime - and I can understand if you

Still feel - sad -

It's summertime and though it's hard to see its true

possibilities -

When you look inside - all you'll see

Is a self-reflected inner sadness -

Look outside - I know that you'll

Recognize it's summertime

Mr. Heartbreak · June 23, 2006

John's got a sausage
That'll make you fart
John's got a sausage
That'll break
Your heart
Make you fart
And break your heart
Don't bend over
If you are smart

:lol

Yeah, but that's NOT why I picked Mr. Heartbreak as a handle!

And sure enough,Joe dreams up a few of those guitar notes that every executive despises...those low ones...every exec knows it's only the records with the high-squeally ones that get to be hits...except for Duane Eddy)

:cheers

You guys sure can pick 'em.

embiggen · June 23, 2006

Yeah, but that's NOT why I picked Mr. Heartbreak as a handle!

You guys sure can pick 'em.

oh sure :brow

Dude · June 23, 2006

Don't they love you in mysterious ways?

You say 'Yeah, this is now and that was then.'

Put a dollar into the machine

And you'll remember when

I know when everything feels wrong

I've got some hard, hard proof in this song

I'll know when everything feels right

Some lucky night

Say the money just ain't what it used to be

Man how we used to tear apart this town

Put a dollar into the machine

And you'll remember how

I know when everything feels wrong

I've got some hard, hard proof in this song

I'll know when everything feels right

Some lucky night

Some lucky night...

Elixir Sue · June 23, 2006

:love

On the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again

The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again

Goin' places that I've never been

Seein' things that I may never see again,

And I can't wait to get on the road again.

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway

We're the best of friends

Insisting that the world be turnin' our way

And our way

Is on the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again

The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway

We're the best of friends

Insisting that the world be turnin' our way

And our way

Is on the road again

Just can't wait to get on the road again

The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again

Elixir Sue · June 26, 2006

Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun

With that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons

And when you look up at the sky

All you see are zeros

All you see are zeros and ones

You took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade

We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade

It's not that I just didn't care I must admit I was afraid

And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade

The masterfade

I coulda played along

The masterfade

I coulda played Mah Jongg

But it just takes too long

And I just can't remember

Which way the east wind blows does it matter?

If we're all matter

What's it matter does it matter

If we're all matter when we're done?

When the sky is full of zeros and ones

I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain

I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain

With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees

Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees

If the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7

The junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11

And if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face

When they come floating down from the heavens

You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade

We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade

You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid

'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade

The masterfade

I coulda played along

The masterfade

I coulda played Mah Jongg

But it just takes too long

And who the hell can remember

Which way the east wind blows

When you're lying on the ground

Staring up at an inverted compass

I mean Christ who Knows?

June 26, 2006

What a funny noise it's making!

It's talking to us--all engines talk!

What's it saying?

It's saying Chitty chitty, chitty chitty, chitty chitty, chitty chitty,

chitty chitty,

(Bang - Bang)

Bang Bang!

chitty chitty

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang,

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

We love you.

And, in

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

What we'll do.

Near, far, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.

Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Oh you pretty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

We love you.

And, in

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

What we'll do.

Near, far, in our motor car

Oh what a happy time we'll spend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.

Your sleek as a thoroughbred.

Your seats are a feather bed.

You'll turn everybody's head today.

We'll glide on our motor trip

With pride in our ownership

The envy of all we survey.

Oh Chitty You Chitty

Pretty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

We love you.

And Chitty, in Chitty

Pretty Chitty Bang Bang

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang what we'll do.

Near Chitty, far Chitty, in our motor car Oh what a happy time we'll spend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.

Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Our fine four fendered friend.....(hold)

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

Fine four fendered Chitty Chitty friend.

timbits · June 26, 2006

Got uncles that smoke & some put blow up they nose
To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows

i love this line...

Dude · June 27, 2006

Speed along the highway,

Honey, i want it my way.

But listen to her daddy's song,

Don't stay out too long.

Oo, we're just busy hiding,

Sitting in the back seat of my car.

Looking for a ride and all about,

Looking for a ride in and out of town,

Strolling around and all about,

Looking for a ride in and out of...

The laser lights are pretty,

We may end up in mexico city.

But listen to her daddy's song,

Making love is wrong.

Oo, we're just busy riding,

Sitting in the back seat of my car.

Oh,oh,....

Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah,

Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah.

For we was only hiding,

Sitting in the back seat of my car.

Yeah.

And when we finished driving,

We can say we were late in arriving.

And listen to her daddy's song,

We believe that we can't be wrong, yeah!

Oh-oh, we believe that we can't be wrong,

We can make it to mexico city,

Sitting in the back seat of my car.

Oh,oh,...

Oh-oh, we believe that we can't be wrong,

No, no, no, ...

We believe we can't be wrong,

Yeah! yeah! yeah!

Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

bobbob1313 · June 27, 2006

Yeah there's this girl I'm thinking of

But she don't think of me like I think of her

And there's this girl I'm thinking

And sometimes I don't think she thinks of me at all

And my friends say I'm acting like a fool

They say this girl ain't she half the jewel I think she is

But when I look at her all I see is

Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and her red-wine lips

She's got crazy burnin' hips running down her sides

And oh no she doesn't know I'm alive

I see her on the bus, and I try to think of something for us to discuss

My tongue is tied, my mouth is dry, it's a scene I die when I try describe

All these nights when I try to fall asleep,

She takes up 150,000 sheep. What am I gonna do?

Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, and her red-wine lips

She's got crazy burnin' hips running down her sides

and oh no she doesn't know I'm alive

viatroy · June 27, 2006

everybody chokes

when they see someone cut down in their prime

it may not show when you look at me

but I know I'm in mine

I'm potent, baby, I'm potent

dangerous to the naked eye

rest your head on this bed of mother's pride

and find out why

don't you wanna take me home?

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

bully boys don't bother me

I purse my lips and they run away

guys like you who are gentle and true

don't come around here everyday

I'm potent, baby, I'm potent

just one swing of me would get most guys smashed

but a drop of yours makes me stagger and swerve

I guess I'm outclassed

everybody chokes

when they see someone cut down in their prime

take this plea to your heart

- lift me in mine

don't you wanna take me home?

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

give me a sense of purpose

a real sense of purpose now

timbits · June 27, 2006

Where are you going I dont mind

Ive killed my world and Ive killed my time

So where do I go what do I see

I see many people coming after me

So where are you going to I dont mind

If I live too long Im afraid Ill die

So I will follow you wherever you go

If your offered hand is still open to me

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

So youve been where Ive just come

From the land that brings losers on

So we will share this road we walk

And mind our mouths and beware our talk

till peace we find tell you what Ill do

All the things I own I will share with you

If I feel tomorrow like I feel today

Well take what we want and give the rest away

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

Holy man and holy priest

This love of life makes me weak at my knees

And when we get there make your play

cos soon I feel youre gonna carry us away

In a promised lie you made us believe

For many men there is so much grief

And my mind is proud but it aches with rage

And if I live too long Im afraid Ill die

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

Strangers on this road we are on

We are not two we are one

M. (hristine · June 29, 2006

:wub

Hammer and a nail

Saint behind the glass

Holds a hammer and a nail

Baby in his arms

Saint behind the glass

Has a baby in his arms

Watches me sleep

Saint behind the glass

Watches me while I sleep

Coffee in the air

Saint behind the glass

Smells coffee in the air

Curtains blowing 'round

Saint behind the glass

Sees the curtains blowing 'round

Night upon my head

Saint behind the glass

Lays night upon my head

Mother don't cry

Saint behind the glass

Tells mother not to cry

Fritz · June 29, 2006

I'm floating with the birds

I'm talking to the weeds

Look what you've done to me

I'm still dressed up from the night before

Silken hose and an old Parisian coat

And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street

Look what you've done to me

It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto

Finer than the day before

The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say

They know where the honey is

There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto

Birds of paradise are taller than me

The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by

Children are walking to school

In the midst of all of this profusion

The bus pulls up to take me back home

The bus driver looks like an African prince

The babies have tears in their eyes

And I feel like a queen

On this sunny city bus

Look what you've done to me

tmwly · June 29, 2006

Well, you ask me if I'll forget my baby

I guess I will some day