Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 11, 2007 Share Posted March 11, 2007 How're you going to make your way in the worldWhen you weren't cut out for workingWhen your fingers are slender and frailHow're you going to get aroundIn this sleazy bedroom townIf you don't put yourself up for sale Where will you go with your scarves and your miraclesWho's gonna know who you areDrugs and wine and flattering lightYou must try it again till you get it rightMaybe you'll end up with someone different every night All these people with no home to go home toThey'd all like to spend the night with youMaybe I would, too But tell meHow're you going to make your way in the world, womanWhen you weren't cut out for workingAnd you just can't concentrateAnd you always show up late You said you were an actressYes, I believe you areI thought you'd be a starSo I drank up all the money,Yes, I drank up all the money,With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar Loneliness and frustrationWe both came down with an acute caseAnd when the lights came up at twoI caught a glimpse of youAnd your face looked like somethingDeath brought with him in his suitcase Your pretty faceIt looked so wastedAnother pretty faceDevastatedThe French InhalerHe stamped and mailed her"So long, Norman"She said, "So long, Norman" Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 11, 2007 Share Posted March 11, 2007 I was born down by the river where the dirty water flowsAnd the cold wind cut through me, it cut right through my clothesAnd the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veinsSet the fire burning She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the lineFrom the first time I laid eyes on herI knew that she'd be mineHer father was a lawman, he swore he'd shoot me dead'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd have her like I said Jeannie needs a shooterShooter like meJeannie needs a shooterShooter on her sideJeannie needs a shooter We met down by the river, on the final day in MayAnd when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn awayI drew out all my money and together we did vowTo leave that very evening and get away somehow Jeannie needs a shooterShooter like meJeannie needs a shooterShooter on her sideJeannie needs a shooter The night was cold and rainy down by the riversideI was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behindAs I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my sideJeannie and her father rode off into the night Jeannie needs a shooter Link to post Share on other sites
Lammycat Posted March 11, 2007 Share Posted March 11, 2007 The tale of two brothers...a memoirRemember that kid we beat up back in collegeMe, you, and Thompson out in front of the fratAnd that hippie went home crying to his parentsI can't believe you got us out of thatHow sweet was thatGod we were drunkDrove around all night after it with that keg in the trunkAnd when the cop pulled us overYou talked us out of that, too You got away with itYou got awayYou get away withThe things that you say I had to quit partying about a year and a half after you didI don't regret it though, I think it was funBesides, it was the 70'sWe were a couple of rich kidsAnd aside from that one hippieWe never really hurt anyoneWell, there's that other thing that I won't even sayAs God as my witness I'll take that to my graveCause that was an accidentAnd you did what you had to do You got away with itYou got awayYou get away withThe things that you sayI worry foreverNever for youYou'll get away with itYou always do You never did tell me what happened with you and your brother down there in FloridaI heard they gave you a hell of a timeEverybody around here was afraid you might loseI told them not to worry cause I knew you'd be fineHad me out here to Camp David a few times over the yearsI think the first time we were teenagers sneakin' beersLook at you now you old son of a bitchYou got the run of this placeUnbelievable You got away with itYou got awayYou got away withThe things that you sayI worry foreverNever for youYou'll get away with itYou always doYou'll get away withThis new thing too Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 11, 2007 Share Posted March 11, 2007 never thought youd be a junkieBecause heroin is so passe.But today,If you think that I dont knowAbout depression andEmotional pain,Youre insane, or yourA fool who hasnt paid attentionTo a word that I say. In a way, I cantHelp but feel responsible.I always knew that you were insaneWith your pain. But I never thought youd be a junkieBecause heroin is so passeNow a-day.You never thought youd get addicted,Just be cooler in an obvious way.I could say, shouldnt you have gotA couple peircings and decidedMay-be that you were gay. In a wayI cant help but feel responsible,I always knew that you were insaneWith you pain But I never thought youd be a junkieBecause heroin is so passe hey. Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted March 13, 2007 Share Posted March 13, 2007 May the smile on your faceCome straight from your heartTakes a lady like youTo write that for me To wake up with youMakes my morning so brightWipes the sleep from my eyesWhen you tell me your dreams And it goes on and onWay beyond and out of reachIt's a well known old secretGo and tell everyone The smile on your faceComes straight from your heartIf you look you will findAnd you wrote that for me Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted March 14, 2007 Share Posted March 14, 2007 Take me to the stationAnd put me on a trainI've got no expectationsTo pass through here again Once I was a rich man andNow I am so poorBut never in my sweet short lifeHave I felt like this before You heart is like a diamondYou throw your pearls at swineAnd as I watch you leaving meYou pack my peace of mind Our love was like the waterThat splashes on a stoneOur love is like our musicIts here, and then its gone So take me to the airportAnd put me on a planeI got no expectationsTo pass through here again Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 14, 2007 Share Posted March 14, 2007 Some people say the world's a strange and evil placeAnd all the shadows fall across your faceBecause the world's a strange and evil placeThen others say because the sun shines every dayThat we should live life come what mayBecause the sun shines every dayBut I gotta sayThat I just can't put you downAnd all the girls think I'm insaneYou know I can't put you downAnd my dad can't recall my nameBut I just can't put you downAnd my friends won't call back at allBut I just can't put you downSome people sayIf you feed a dog a bloody boneHe's your best friend for your lifeIf you feed a dog a bloody bonePatch up your dreamsWith all the gold that falls at your feetStick your finger in a dikeAll the gold falls at your feetAnd I want to sayYou know I just can't put you downAnd all the women think that I'm insaneYou know I just can't put you downAnd my Mom won't call back at allYou know I just can't put you downI rub my wounds with alcoholYou know I just can't put you downI just can't put you downThere ain't a pill that'll cure that painBut I just can't put you downSome people sayThat money can buy anythingAll the drugs to cure the painMoney can buy anythingThen some people wantAll the sin and pleasure in this worldThey don't care about the priceThey pay for all the sin and pleasure in this worldBut I've gotta sayYou know I just can't put you downI don't care how far I fallYou know I just can't put you downAnd I don't care if they call back at allI just can't put you downAll the women can forget my nameYou know I just can't put you downYou know I just can't put you downYou know I just can't put you downYou know I just can't put you down Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 14, 2007 Share Posted March 14, 2007 Instant Karma's gonna get youGonna knock you right on the headYou better get yourself togetherPretty soon you're gonna be deadWhat in the world you thinking ofLaughing in the face of loveWhat on earth you tryin' to doIt's up to you, yeah you Instant Karma's gonna get youGonna look you right in the faceBetter get yourself together darlin'Join the human raceHow in the world you gonna seeLaughin' at fools like meWho in the hell d'you think you areA super starWell, right you are Well we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunWell we all shine onEv'ryone come on Instant Karma's gonna get youGonna knock you off your feetBetter recognize your brothersEv'ryone you meetWhy in the world are we hereSurely not to live in pain and fearWhy on earth are you thereWhen you're ev'rywhereCome and get your share Well we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunYeah we all shine onCome on and on and on on onYeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah Well we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunYeah we all shine onOn and on and on on and on Well we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunWell we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunWell we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sunYeah we all shine onLike the moon and the stars and the sun Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted March 14, 2007 Share Posted March 14, 2007 Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed,he might pass by, in the hour of need,there's a lot of souls...ain't drinking from no well,locked in a factory,Hey look there goes, hey look there goes,if you're after getting the honey,then you don't go killing all the bees,Lord, there goes, Martin Luther King,notice how the door closeswhen the chimes of freedom ring?I hear what you're sayingI hear what he's sayingIf you're after getting the honey,then don't go killing all the bees,that's what the people are sayingand we know every road... go! go!That's what the people are sayingthere ain't no berries on the trees...Let the summertime sun,fall on the apple, fall on the apple...Lord, there goes a buick forty-nine,black sheep of the angels riding,riding down the line,we think there is a soul... we don't knowthat soul is hard to findHey! Down along the roaddown along the road..hey!If you're after getting the honey..then don't go killing all the bees,Hey! It's what the people are saying,there ain't no berries on the treeshey! that's what the people are saying,no berries on the trees...You came to skim off the honey, baby,and you had to go killin' all the bees Link to post Share on other sites
lizish Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Hitting Women Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 Parachute woman, land on me tonightParachute woman, land on me tonightWell, I'll break big in New Orleansand I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute woman, join me for a rideParachute woman, join me for a rideI'll make my blow in Dallasand get hot again in half the time Parachute woman, will you blow me out?Parachute woman, will you blow me out?My heavy throbber's itchin'just to lay a solo rhythm down Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stopTell him, take no more, she practices her speechAs he opens the door, she rolls over...Pretends to sleep as he looks her over She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...Can't find a better manCan't find a better manOhh... Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...She tells herself, oh...Memories back when she was bold and strongAnd waiting for the world to come along...Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...Can't find a better manCan't find a better manYeah... She loved him, yeah... she don't want to leave this wayShe feeds him, yeah... that's why she'll be back again Can't find a better manCan't find a better manCan't find a better manCan't find a better... man... Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 [Heart breaker, soul shakerI've been told about youSteamroller, midnight strollerWhat they've been saying must be true Red hot mamaVelvet charmerTime's come to pay your duesNow you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitchNow you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitch Talkin' jivey, poison ivyYou ain't gonna cling to meMan taker, born fakerI ain't so blind I can't see Red hot mamaVelvet charmerTime's come to pay your dues Now you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitchNow you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitchNow you're messin' with aA son of a bitchNow you're messin' with a son of a bitch Link to post Share on other sites
awatt Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkingto some rich folk that you knowWell I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Cause you know Icould never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can sendme dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink cadillac Making betson Kentucky Derby DayAh, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And anothergirl to take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can sendme dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the mailSend me dead flowers to my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your grave Take me down little Susie, take me downI know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can sendme dead flowers every morningSend me dead flowers by the US mailSay it with dead flowers in my weddingAnd I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget toput roses on your grave Link to post Share on other sites
tkleist Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 If I get old, I will not give inAnd if I do, remind me of thisRemind me that once I was freeOnce I was cool, once I was meAnd if I sit down and cross my armsHold me to this song Knock me out smash out my brainsIf I take the chair and talk the shit If I get old, remind me of thisOne night we kissed, and I really meant itWhatever happens, if we're still speakingPick up the phonePlay me this song Link to post Share on other sites
mountain bed Posted March 16, 2007 Share Posted March 16, 2007 Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand ?Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand ?Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic bandWell, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt ?Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt ?Well, I'm goin' to a Love In to sit & play my bongos in the dirtWell, I'm goin' to a Love In to sit & play my bongos in the dirt Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head ?Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head ?I'm goin' to the dance to get some action then I'm goin' home to bedI'm goin' to the dance to get some action then I'm goin' home to bed Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck ?Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck ?I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck.... ( Just at this very moment the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by the FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT. Before your very ears his head blows up, leaving a bizarre audial residue all over your teenage record player ! ) Link to post Share on other sites
Analogman Posted March 19, 2007 Share Posted March 19, 2007 when you find you can't somehowmake it like all the restyou won't need to scrounge around for someone elsetorn between the unknownand the place that you call homeand the life you want but have never known there was a timeyou could put it out of your mindleave it all behindthere was a timethat time is gone what has a life of fifty yearsin this town done for youexcept to earn your name and place on a barstoolyou spent your whole life in this countyyou've never been out of stateyou say you're gonna make it out before it's too late there was a timeyou could put it out of your mindleave it all behindthere was a timethat time is gone there was a time when nothing seemed to make much sense that's turned more intenseand all the crutches you've kept aroundnow are nowhere to be found remember when you didn't haveto look ahead or behind youthere was always something right there to dobut now it's life in some kind of trap looking for a way outwell, you keep moving on that's what it's all about there was a timeyou could put it out of your mindleave it all behindthere was a timethat time is gone Link to post Share on other sites
PigSooie Posted March 22, 2007 Share Posted March 22, 2007 Lay Low Why Don't Ya Now? Lay Back Awhile And I'll Show Ya I Got The Good That You Want No Need To Go And - Hunt Something Else It's Right Here With Me - When You Stay. It's Always Good When I Get To See That There's Never More Than What You're Telling Me When You Stay - Home Lay Low If The Feel Is Right - (Let The Fetus Rock) I Got All That I Want Here In You Tonite And We'll Pass Out On The Bedroom Floor After Goin Like This (Full Tilt) So Long. Hold Up - You Showed Me. Oh What You Told Me It's Not What You Want But What You Need It's Not A Head Full Of Booze (Pills) Or Amphetamines - When You Stay. It's Always Good When I Get To See That There's Never More Than What You're Telling Me When You Stay - Home. Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 22, 2007 Share Posted March 22, 2007 Once I thought I knewEverything I needed to know about youYour sweet whisper, Your tender touchBut I didn't really know that muchJoke's on me, It's gonna be okayIf I can just get through this lonesome day Hell's brewin' dark sun's on the riseThis storm'll blow through by and byHouse is on fire, Viper's in the grassA little revenge and this too shall passThis too shall pass, I'm gonna prayRight now all I got's this lonesome day It's allright It's allright It's allright Better ask questions before you shootDeceit and betrayals bitter fruitIt's hard to swallow, come time to payThat taste on your tongue don't easily slip away Let kingdom come I'm gonna find my wayThrough this lonesome day Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 22, 2007 Share Posted March 22, 2007 Your scrapbook's filled with pictures of all your leading menWell baby don't put my picture in there with themDon't make us some little girl's dream that can't ever come trueThat only serves to hurt and make you cry like you doWell baby don't do it to me and I won't do it to you You see all the romantic movies, you dream and take the boys homeBut when the action fades you're left all aloneYou deserve better than this, little girl, can't you see that you doDo you need somebody to prove it to you?Well you prove it to me and I'll prove it to you Now every night you go out looking for true love's satisfactionBut in the morning you end up settling for just lights, camera, action And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriendingYou're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy endingWell girl you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket soldCryin' alone in the theater as the credits rollYou say I'll be like those other guysWho filled your head with pretty liesAnd dreams that can never come trueWell baby you be true to meAnd I'll be true to you Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 23, 2007 Share Posted March 23, 2007 Hey... oooh...Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clayWere laid spread out before me as her body once did.All five horizons revolved around her soulAs the earth to the sunNow the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn Ooh, and all I taught her was everythingOoh, I know she gave me all that she woreAnd now my bitter hands chafe beneath the cloudsOf what was everything.Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... I take a walk outsideI'm surrounded by some kids at playI can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my headI'm spinning, oh, I'm spinningHow quick the sun can drop away And now my bitter hands cradle broken glassOf what was everything?All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to blackTattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...Uh huh... uh huh... ooh... I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but whyWhy, why can't it be, why can't it be mine Aah... uuh.. Too doo doo too, too doo doo Link to post Share on other sites
embiggen Posted March 23, 2007 Share Posted March 23, 2007 Lying on the grassAfternoon, there's always something happeningFriends go floating gently byI'm listening to a song inside my headAlthough the summer's pastThose mythic dreams would never lastNor do I care anymoreAnd if it makes you sadRemember all the things you haveThat can't be bought Recollection brings me backSad to think that it was just a fantasyWe'd already accepted thatWhich many others struggled to believeAnd though it makes no senseI know there are no accidentsI've no fear anymoreAnd if it makes you sadTo give up dreams you've always hadThat can't be caughtIt just can't be fought. Looking back at '91Reflecting on those things we could haveSaid and doneThe dancing lights across a crowdRemind us of another townThat's dead and goneIt's just dead and gone Take me to that summer pastAnd tell me is it really worth remembering?I realize that music thenWas really just a song in my headAnd though the fun has pastThose mythic dreams would never lastHave no fear anymoreAnd if it makes you cryTo look ahead well dry your eyesIt can be doneYes, it can be done Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted March 23, 2007 Share Posted March 23, 2007 falling out the windowtripping on a wrinkle in the rugfalling out of love, dearit hurt much worse when you gave up just don't tell me which way I oughta runor what good I could do anyone'cause my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded nowso don't bother climbing up the ladderbreaking my shin on the very first rungwaking up the neighborsit's all right, they understand they're just as dumb and they don't tell me which way I oughta runor what good I could do anyone'cause my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded nowso don't bother me nowdon't bother crawling back to you nowI sold my guitar to the girl next doorshe asked me if I knew howI told her I don't think so anymore don't tell me which way I oughta runwhat good could I do anyone'cause my heart it was a gunbut it's unloaded nowso don't bother Link to post Share on other sites
PigSooie Posted March 23, 2007 Share Posted March 23, 2007 Pretty little hairdo don't do what it used toCan't disguise the livingAll the miles that you've been through Looking like a train wreckWearing too much makeupThe burden that you carryIs more than one soul could ever bear Don't look so sad, MarinaThere's another part to playDon't look so sad, MarinaSave it for a rainy daySave it for a rainy daySave it for a rainy day You neve make your mind upLike driving with your eyes shutRough around the edges Won't someone come and take you home Waiting for a breakthroughWhat will you set your mind to?We stood outside the Chinese restaurantin the rain Don't look so sad, MarinaThere's another part to playDon't look so sad, MarinaSave it for a rainy daySave it for a rainy daySave it for a rainy day Link to post Share on other sites
PigSooie Posted March 23, 2007 Share Posted March 23, 2007 Thinking outrageously I write in cursive I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers I see my own breath on the face of the door Oh I am not quite sleeping Oh I am fast in bed There on the wall in the bedroom creeping I see a wasp with her wings outstretched North of Savanna we swim in the palisades I come out wearing my brother's red hat There on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times He runs washing his face in his hands Oh how I meant to tease him Oh how I meant no harm Touching his back with my hand I kiss him I see the wasp on the length of my arm Oh great sights upon this state! Hallelu- Wonders bright, and rivers, lake. Hallelu- Trail of Tears and Horseshoe Lake. Hallelu- trusting things beyond mistake. Hallelu- We were in love. We were in love. Palisades! Palisades! Palisades I can wait. I can wait. Lamb of God, we soudn the horn. Hallelujah! To us your ghost is born. Hallelu- I can't explain the state that I'm in The state of my heart, he was my best friend Into the car, from the back seat Oh admiration in falling asleep All of my powers, day after day I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed Deep in the tower, the prairies below I can tell you, the telling gets old Terrible sting and terrible storm I can tell you the day we were born My friend is gone, he ran away I can tell you, I love him each day Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged I can tell you I love him each day Terrible sting, terrible storm I can tell you... Link to post Share on other sites
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