sumthin fishy said:
You Enjoy Myself.................I like oatmeal raisin.
I have many favs......here's my flavor of the week:
""Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
Favorite song lyric?
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You Enjoy Myself.................I like oatmeal raisin.
I have many favs......here's my flavor of the week:
""Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
"Down around the corner lives a naughty little girl
clicks her tongue I love the way she talks.
She paid no attention, knows I'm one of them sad boys
who's hypnotized by girls that walk the walk." -G. Dulli
"Turn up your mind, relax and float downstream" -Beatles
clicks her tongue I love the way she talks.
She paid no attention, knows I'm one of them sad boys
who's hypnotized by girls that walk the walk." -G. Dulli
"Turn up your mind, relax and float downstream" -Beatles
"Bowl Of Oranges"
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
-Bright Eyes
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
-Bright Eyes
Here's a real old one-
There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men they made a vow
John Barleycorn must die
They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They let him lie for a very long time
'Til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They let him stand 'til midsummer's day
'Til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knees
They rolled him and tied him by the waist
Serving him most barbarously
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To prick him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They rolled him around and around the field
'Til they came unto a barn
And there these men made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
To cut his skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown vole
Proved the strongest man at last
And little Sir John and the nut brown vole
For he's brandy in the glass
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pots
Without a little barleycorn
Mark
There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men they made a vow
John Barleycorn must die
They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They let him lie for a very long time
'Til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all
They let him stand 'til midsummer's day
'Til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man
They hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knees
They rolled him and tied him by the waist
Serving him most barbarously
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To prick him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They rolled him around and around the field
'Til they came unto a barn
And there these men made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
To cut his skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown vole
Proved the strongest man at last
And little Sir John and the nut brown vole
For he's brandy in the glass
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pots
Without a little barleycorn
Mark
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On a warm summer evenin' on a train bound for nowhere, I met up with the gambler, we were both too tired to sleep......you gota know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run
*starts baking oatmeal cookies*
*starts baking oatmeal cookies*
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test4echo said:
YES!! One of my fav songs:
You can choose a phantom guide in some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that's clear; I will choose free will
Another of my favorites is in my signature-John Denver's Calypso
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the color of October skies.
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.
A fantabulous night to make romance
'neath the color of October skies.
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low.
