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Quixote
Joined: 28 Jan 2005
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Location: Southern California
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| Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 5:36 am Post subject: Favorite Obscure Song Lyrics |
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"The Lord is still my Shepherd, but these preachers got to go."
From "Late Night Radio" on the Windsong album by John Denver |
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Mac
Joined: 04 Feb 2005
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Location: Knightdale, NC
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| Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 1:33 pm Post subject: |
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| "But glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity" by Rush. |
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Nikko
Joined: 20 Jan 2005
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Location: Northern CA
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| Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 4:45 pm Post subject: |
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| I Want Your Sex... George Michael |
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David
Joined: 19 May 2004
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Location: Atlanta, GA
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| Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 5:52 am Post subject: |
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"I bet you thought this song was about you"
Carly Simon
I would say it was about him. Wouldn't you? |
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chow
Joined: 22 Jan 2005
Posts: 2350
Location: Cornfield County, Indiana
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| Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:47 pm Post subject: |
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David wrote: "I bet you thought this song was about you"
Carly Simon
I would say it was about him. Wouldn't you?
and to this day-we still don't who "him" really was!
oh, yeah-we did.....I forgot it was a secret for a few years. :roll: |
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E.T. Home Loan
Joined: 19 Feb 2005
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Location: OUTER FREAKIN SPACE
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| Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2005 4:30 pm Post subject: |
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All your base are belong to us.
http://www.planettribes.com/allyourbase/AYB2.swf |
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Quixote
Joined: 28 Jan 2005
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Location: Southern California
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| Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:13 am Post subject: |
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Charlie Daniels
Uneasy Rider
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio...
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go
Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn
Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me
And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you just stay right where you're at
And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in and said; 'Who owns this car?
With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?'
Well, he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dudes come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
And I was almost to the door when the biggest one said:
'You tip your hat to this lady, son'
And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair
And said: 'Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thoroughly dangerous man
Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan'
He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said: 'Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGovern for President'
'He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys
He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage'
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said: 'Now, just wait a minute, Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife'
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks
And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot
Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squealin'
And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to LA...via Omaha |
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Mac
Joined: 04 Feb 2005
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Location: Knightdale, NC
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| Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 4:46 am Post subject: |
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Timothy
Recorded by "The Buoys" but written, believe it or not by Rupert Holmes who also wrote "Escape" (Pina Colada song)
Trapped in a mine that had caved in
And everyone knows the only ones left
Were Joe and me and Tim
When they broke through to pull us free
The only ones left to tell the tale
Were Joe and me
Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go?
Timothy, Timothy, God why don't I know?
Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, "I'll have a swig
And then there's some for you."
Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do?
I must have blacked out just around then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
Timothy...
Yum, huh? |
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Quixote
Joined: 28 Jan 2005
Posts: 60
Location: Southern California
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"And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons"
From "Sweet City Woman" by The Stampeders.
Great Line. |
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