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Posted on 12/20/13 at 11:10 am to jbond
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2 chainz ain't gotta make sense
Posted on 12/20/13 at 12:41 pm to TeLeFaWx
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws,
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
There's two kind of lovers and two kind of brothers,
And two kind of babies to hold.
There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies,
And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws,
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
There's two kind of brothers and two kind of lovers,
And two kind of babies to hold.
There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies,
And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws,
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
LINK
Merle Haggard
Jerry Jeff Walker/Jimmy Buffett
Chorus:
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady,
Spending her days on the train.
She's a semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er,
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
South Station in Boston to the freight yards of Austin,
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain.
Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks,
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Chorus
Once a highballin' loner, he thought he could own 'er,
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring.
She hocked them for cold cash, left town on the Wabash,
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home 'way back then.
But the rails are now rusty, the dining cars dusty,
The gold plated watches have taken their toll.
The railroads are dying, and the lady, she's crying,
On a bus to Kentucky, and home that's her goal.
Chorus 2:
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady,
Spending her life on the trains.
Once a Pullman car traveler, now the brakeman won't have her,
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Yeah, on a bus to Kentucky, then home - once - again.
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
There's two kind of lovers and two kind of brothers,
And two kind of babies to hold.
There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies,
And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws,
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
There's two kind of brothers and two kind of lovers,
And two kind of babies to hold.
There's two kind of cherries and two kind of fairies,
And two kind of mothers I'm told, and told
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and southpaws,
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs,
But I stand right here where I'm at,
'Cause I wear My Own Kind Of Hat.
LINK
Merle Haggard
Jerry Jeff Walker/Jimmy Buffett
Chorus:
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady,
Spending her days on the train.
She's a semi good-looker, but the fast rails they took 'er,
Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
South Station in Boston to the freight yards of Austin,
From the Florida sunshine to the New Orleans rain.
Now that the rail packs have taken the best tracks,
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Chorus
Once a highballin' loner, he thought he could own 'er,
Bought her a fur coat and a big diamond ring.
She hocked them for cold cash, left town on the Wabash,
Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home 'way back then.
But the rails are now rusty, the dining cars dusty,
The gold plated watches have taken their toll.
The railroads are dying, and the lady, she's crying,
On a bus to Kentucky, and home that's her goal.
Chorus 2:
She's a railroad lady, just a little bit shady,
Spending her life on the trains.
Once a Pullman car traveler, now the brakeman won't have her,
She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again.
Yeah, on a bus to Kentucky, then home - once - again.
This post was edited on 12/20/13 at 12:46 pm
Posted on 12/20/13 at 7:46 pm to Themole
Listen up brothers and sisters,
come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature,
trapped in the dirt like a jail.
Vegetables live in oppression,
served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.
Salads are only for murderers,
coleslaw's a fascist regime.
Don't think that they don't have feelings,
just cause a radish can't scream.
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery,
so I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I'll bite him clean in two.
I'm a political prisoner,
trapped in a windowless cage.
Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me,
This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers again
just to save one more cauliflower
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup?
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stirfry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gormet slob)
How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8's genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.....
come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature,
trapped in the dirt like a jail.
Vegetables live in oppression,
served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.
Salads are only for murderers,
coleslaw's a fascist regime.
Don't think that they don't have feelings,
just cause a radish can't scream.
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery,
so I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I'll bite him clean in two.
I'm a political prisoner,
trapped in a windowless cage.
Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me,
This is my finest hour,
I'd kill those farmers again
just to save one more cauliflower
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that's a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It's time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup?
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
I've heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stirfry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gormet slob)
How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8's genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.....
Posted on 12/20/13 at 8:04 pm to UMRealist
Everything ever written by John Prine.
Posted on 12/20/13 at 8:22 pm to UMRealist
"I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah"
Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah"
Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah
Posted on 12/20/13 at 8:26 pm to blacknblu
Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...
Posted on 12/20/13 at 10:32 pm to UMRealist
Up here in the city feels like things are closing in.
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out.
I miss Kentucky and I miss my family.
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south.
-Ryan Adams "Oh My Sweet Carolina"
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out.
I miss Kentucky and I miss my family.
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south.
-Ryan Adams "Oh My Sweet Carolina"
Posted on 12/31/13 at 7:42 pm to TheMightyTerrier
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.
Posted on 1/1/14 at 12:14 am to aslavey
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change
My mind
Goodbye.
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change
My mind
Goodbye.
Posted on 1/1/14 at 1:26 am to aslavey
From the lyrical mastermind Marshal Mathers in the song Patiently waiting w 50 Cent.
They think they crazy but they ain't crazy,
lets face it shite basically they just playin sick
they aint shite they aint sayin shite sprayin 50.
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre & them with me & turn this day into frickin mayhem you stayin with me?
Don't let me lose you I'm not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this oozie & just shoot through your Isuzu.
You get the message, am I getting through to you?
you know whats comin? you MFers don't even know do you?
Take some big & some pac & you mix em up in a pot
sprinkle a little big L on top. WTF do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot, the juggernauts of this rap shite, like it or not.
It's like a fight to the top just to see wholl die for the spot, you put your life in this, nothin like survivin a shot. ya'll know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot, shite what you know about death threats? cause I get a lot
Shady Records was 80 second away from the towers, some cowards fricked with the wrong buildin they meant to hit ours, better eveacuate all children, its nuclear showers, theres nothing spokier, youre now about to witness the power of frickin 50.
:bow:
They think they crazy but they ain't crazy,
lets face it shite basically they just playin sick
they aint shite they aint sayin shite sprayin 50.
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre & them with me & turn this day into frickin mayhem you stayin with me?
Don't let me lose you I'm not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this oozie & just shoot through your Isuzu.
You get the message, am I getting through to you?
you know whats comin? you MFers don't even know do you?
Take some big & some pac & you mix em up in a pot
sprinkle a little big L on top. WTF do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot, the juggernauts of this rap shite, like it or not.
It's like a fight to the top just to see wholl die for the spot, you put your life in this, nothin like survivin a shot. ya'll know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot, shite what you know about death threats? cause I get a lot
Shady Records was 80 second away from the towers, some cowards fricked with the wrong buildin they meant to hit ours, better eveacuate all children, its nuclear showers, theres nothing spokier, youre now about to witness the power of frickin 50.
:bow:
Posted on 1/1/14 at 3:38 pm to Gusoline
Lil' Troy:
I met her in a bar outside a little part of Texas
Never know she's sleepin 'round on me
I found about it one night when we were sexin
cause she accidentally called me Gee
Now you're lyin, fake cryin
Wanna die cause you know you a tramp in my book
Misleadin, steady cheatin
You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book
I met her in a bar outside a little part of Texas
Never know she's sleepin 'round on me
I found about it one night when we were sexin
cause she accidentally called me Gee
Now you're lyin, fake cryin
Wanna die cause you know you a tramp in my book
Misleadin, steady cheatin
You run the street and you know you a bitch in my book
Posted on 1/1/14 at 3:50 pm to UMRealist
Give me sleep when I'm weary
Give me whiskey when I'm self aware
Give me whiskey when I'm self aware
Posted on 1/1/14 at 9:19 pm to LittleJerrySeinfield
quote:
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone.
Real Country Music = 3 chords and the truth.
Posted on 1/2/14 at 1:13 am to UMRealist
"She got a big booty so I call her big booty...Scrr scrrr wrist moving cooking getting to it"----Sir Two Chainz
Posted on 1/2/14 at 1:25 am to DirtyDawg
If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to bein alone
Don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown
Go find a mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home
Don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown
Go find a mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home
Posted on 1/2/14 at 2:31 am to UMRealist
I did it all for the nookie
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