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I'm already gone far from here.

Time moves slowly and I disappeared.

I'm already gone my bags are packed.

I've turned the corner and I ain't coming back.

Faded kisses on the letters you sent.

Faded memories of the time we spent.

Pull the trunk from the attic and clean it out.

Pack away my love, my whispers and carry them out.

Pull out your telephone because I ain't going to call.

Throw away your camera, no more pictures for your wall.

Hang up your car keys I won't be taking you anywhere.

Just turn on your TV and sit and stare

 

 

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That's funny, until I heard them live, I used to think they said "One of these days I'm going to dance with the evil beast"

[Edited by on Jan 12, 2005 at 06:55pm.]

Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie

My name is Kid

And this is for the questions
That don't have any answers
The midnight glancers
And the topless dancers
The gander freaks
Car packed with speakers
The G's with the 40's
And the chicks with beepers
The northern lights
And the southern comfort
And it don't even matter
If their are punctured
All the coolerheads
The critics, the cynics
And all my heroes
In the methadone clynics

All you bastards in the I.R.S
For the crooked cops
And the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack
Pints of love
And the fifth's of stress
For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood
And for my hoods
Of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good
It's all in fun
Now get in the pit
And try love someone

For the time bombs tickin'
And the heads they hang
All the gangs gettin' money
And all the heads they bang-bang
Wild mustangs
The porno flicks
All my homies in the county
In cellblock six
The grits where there ain't
enough eggs to cook
For D.B. Cooper
And the money he took
You can look for answers
But that ain't fun
Now get in the pit
And try to love someone

What
Come on

Love Love
And for the hate
And for the peace
War

Come On

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I thought one of these days he was going to dance with the little people.

Love it!

Well here's the happy song for today

 
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life he’d made
No body to keep him warm at night
When he’d go to sleep he’d sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

One night he walked the street looking to the heaven’s above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He thought she’d like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
He worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He can’t give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He’d struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he don’t have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life he’d buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet

He thought he’d set his clock right - he though he’d read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didn’t think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if you’re early - no difference if you’re late
When you’re out of time - the flowers have been laid
You’re six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

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THX 1138 1/12/05 5:39pm
 

I really wish you guys would post the song/artist info!

I like that one and still don't know who it is!

(Then again I am drunk.)

[Edited by on Jan 15, 2005 at 01:39am.]

Rush
Red Barchetta
Written by - Lee, Lifeson & Peart
From - Moving Pictures / Exit...Stage Left / Chronicles / 1981-87 Retrospective II
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside

Artist:	Rush
Album:
1981-87 Retrospective Ii
Title:
Tom Sawyer

Words by neil peart and pye dubois,
Music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

A modern-day warrior
Mean mean stride
Today's tom sawyer
Mean mean pride

Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His reserve, a quiet defense
Riding out the day's events ---
The river

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
--- catch the mist --- catch the myth
--- catch the mystery --- catch the drift

The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his skies are wide

Today's tom sawyer
He gets high on you

And the space he invades
He gets by on you

No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government
Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren't permanent ---
But change is

What you say about his company
Is what you say about society
--- catch the witness --- catch the wit
--- catch the spirit --- catch the spit

The world is the world is
Love and life are deep
Maybe as his eyes are wide

Exit the warrior
Today's tom sawyer
He gets high on you
And the energy you trade
He gets right on to
The friction of the day

I LOVE RUSH!

I saw them in concert when I was like 17. They played with Primus.

Wow!  With Primus?  That seems like a weird matchup.  They rock big time.   I have Sailing the seas of Cheese.  Weird but good album.  Les Claypool is one of the best Bass players alive.

I seen Rush with Marillion.  I won tix from KQ and the seats sucked so we jumped onto the floor. Neil Peart is an awesome drummer.

Jerry was a race car driver
And he drove so goddamned fast
He never did win no checkered flag
But he never did come in last
Jerry was a race car driver
He’d say el solo number one
With a bocephus sticker
On his 442 he’d light ’em up
Just for fun

Captain pierce was a fireman
Richmond engine #3
I’ll be a wealthy man when I get
A dime for all the things that
Man taught to me
Captain pierce was a strong man
Strong as any man alive
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65

Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
And wrapped himself around a telephone pole.

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Wow!  With Primus? 

Primus Rocks! Ever heard them with Ozzy!!

Geddy Lee is one of the best bass plyers to ever live...

Les Claypool is one of the best Bass players alive.

 Can't comment on that.

Any drinkee poo CM?

[Edited by on Jan 15, 2005 at 01:59am.]

Artist: Rush Album: 1981-87 Retrospective Ii

Title:

Limelight

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal
For those who think and feel
In touch with some reality
Beyond the gilded cage

Cast in this unlikely role,
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers
To keep oneself intact

Living in the limelight
The universal dream
For those who wish to seem

Those who wish to be

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Must put aside the alienation
Get on with the fascination
The real relation
The underlying theme

Living in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye ( next song on albulm)
I have no heart to lie
I can't pretend a stranger
Is a long-awaited friend

All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage

[Edited by on Jan 15, 2005 at 02:02am.]

Any drinkee poo CM?

I guess it was like 1990? We had seats just above the floor, center and above the sound stage.

AWSOME seats... honestly one of the best shows I have been to.

I'm drinking Red bull right now

That stuff gave me the shakes after only three of them.  Good stuff tho.

Normaly I down three.... four and i'll start jumping on desks. I a big guy ... it's like my drink... takes a bit to get working... but when it's working!

 Good for you! I've never even tried the stuff myself.

BTW: You guys are supposed to be sleepin so we can make ESD's Party tommorrow!

Artist:	Beastie Boys
Album:
Licensed to Ill
Title:
Fight For Your Right (to Party)

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party

You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag

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Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)

(repeat chorus)

Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!

(repeat chorus twice)

I'm with you OTS.  I'm a bigger guy and that's why I had to mellow out on the drinking.  It took too much of everything to get to where I wanted to be. 

I think it's funny how I'm exactly the same height and weight (6'4" 265) as Culpepper but I don't look like I've ever seen a day of exercise in my life.  ;-)

I always comment that Culpepper ain't got shit on me except a better body, talent and an agent.  Maybe after the fame from this movie, I can get an agent too.  I'll be just like him then.

 

The Besties are Great!!  I have everything they've ever done.  I was fortunate enough to see them at First Ave. for a little gig they did as kinda a private party type of show.  It was awesome.

CM- That pic from tonight?  Yeah, the band couldn't believe that I wasn't slammin Yag with the rest of em.

You're right about ESD's party.  I'm gonna try and make it but my sister is having a party at Mystic Lake and the kids want to go swimming big time.  I'm gonna try and get some sleep now but don't think it's gonna be easy. Still zippin along here at 4:30am.   Later guys

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Man! You have been drinkin too much!

GET A GRIP CM!

[Edited by on Jan 15, 2005 at 02:33am.]

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

CM... thats scary..... ---> (6'4" 265)

Thats me man.... I mean right on....

The Besties are Great!!  I have everything they've ever done.  I was fortunate enough to see them at First Ave. for a little gig they did as kinda a private party type of show.  It was awesome.

I wish I coulda.....

Nighty night CM!

The Besties are Great!!  I have everything they've ever done.  I was fortunate enough to see them at First Ave. for a little gig they did as kinda a private party type of show.  It was awesome.

CM- That pic from tonight?  Yeah, the band couldn't believe that I wasn't slammin Yag with the rest of em.

You're right about ESD's party.  I'm gonna try and make it but my sister is having a party at Mystic Lake and the kids want to go swimming big time.  I'm gonna try and get some sleep now but don't think it's gonna be easy. Still zippin along here at 4:30am.   Later guys

Artist:	Rob Zombie
Album:
American Made Music To Strip B
Title:
Dragula

dragula


Dead i am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead i am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead i am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead i am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, do it baby

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Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead i am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead i am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, i can never die

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Artist: Rob Zombie Album: American Made Music To Strip B

Title:

Living Dead Girl

Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl

Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an ss whore
Making scary sounds

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me

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Living dead girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl

Psyclone jack
Hallucinating hack
Thinks donna reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So beautiful,
They make you kill

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl

Man! You have been drinkin too much!

There's the pot calling the kettle black if I've ever heard it

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Did anyone see Roger Waters and Eric Clapton do Wish You Were Here on the relief special tonight?  It was fantastic!  The obvious hit of the entire program.  Here's some of his newer stuff.  Full stereo sound with lyrics.

Song:  Leaving Beirut / To Kill The Child  Artist: Roger Waters

http://www.roger-waters.com/

Lyrics are linked below songs

Enjoy

[Edited 4 times. Most recently by on Jan 16, 2005 at 12:07am.]

Cooler Crew Slut

Backstage at the local Armory, Mary, in her little white dress, is wiping
the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth as LARRY (the
guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make an honest living)
zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings to the same
teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago, as they
kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus, hoping
to save the price of admission by performing acts of Hooverism on the
jolly lads who set up the P.A. System.

Larry:
Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these
Industrial towns
I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the local clowns
They never give you no respect
They never treat you nice
So perhaps you oughta try
A little friendly advice
And be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
Be a CREW SLUT
*See the world*
*Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus*
CREW SLUT
*Add water makes its own sauce*
Be a CREW SLUT
*So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are just waiting for you*
You never to get move around
You never go nowhere
I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the guys out there
You always wondered what it's like
To go from place to place
So, darlin', take a little ride
On the mixer's face
Be a CREW SLUT
*Just follow the magic footprints*
Be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it!*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
*I ain't gonna squash it*
*And you don't need to wash it!*
CREW SLUT
*Hey, I'll buy you a pizza*
CREW SLUT
*Of course I'll introduce you to Warren*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are only waiting for you*

At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time,
borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam
session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with a
great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. Obviously impressed
with LARRY'S ability to suck so hard on his harmonica that screeching
little noises come out of it, MARY kneels again and reaches upward in
gestures of supplication, listening intently as LARRY continues to sing...

Larry:
Well you been to Alabama, girl,
'N' Georgia too
'N' all the boys in the crew
Is bein' good to you
I know yer sayin' to yourself
*'This is the way to go'*
'Cause when you need a little extra
They will give you some mo'
`Cause you're the CREW SLUT

Mary:
Eh, hah ha, I'm into leather...

Larry:
*That's good! A lot of the boys in the crew Love leather...*

Mary:
*And rubber...*

Larry:
*Yeh, they like rubber too...shrink-tubing*
*With a hair dryer...*

Road Crew Chorus:
Trade your spot on the bench
For a guy with a wrench
And be a...

Mary:
*Ha ha ha...*

Larry:
*You like that, huh?*
*I told you you'd love it...*
*It's a way of life!*

Road Crew Chorus:
The guys in the crew
Have got a present for you!
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah

Mary:
*A present for me?*

Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah

Larry:
*Hmmm, we got a present for you!*

Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah

Mary:
*Whaddya got?*

Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah

Mary:
*Whaddya gonna give me?*

Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah

Larry:
It looks just like a Telefunken U-47
You'll love it...

Mary:
With Leather?

Central Scrutinizer:
Eh errr, eh eh...This is,eh, the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER again...
And so Mary was enticed away from Joe
By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket
Lured into a life of SLEAZERY
With the entire road crew of some
Famous Rock Group
(I don't know whether it was really Toad-O or not...I don't know...
I'll check it out)
Again we see
MUSIC
Causing
BIG TROUBLE!

[Edited by on Jan 19, 2005 at 01:09am.]

Yeah... I wondered about the reactions to this one :)

Alice's Restaurant Massacre
Arlo Guthrie
196something

......
This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.

They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant

Ok, now it is out of my system.....

<Sorry>

I understand that playing "Iron Man" willget rid of any song that's "stuck in your head"

great...now I got Iron man in my head!

Here this might get rid of it

The Motorcycle Song

words and music by Arlo Guthrie


CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

Just last week I was on my bike
I run into a friend named Mike
Run into my friend named Mike
Mike no longer has a bike.  He cries:

CHORUS

The Motorcycle Song
words and music by Arlo Guthrie

CHORUS:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle

It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:

CHORUS

This song is about the time that I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air.

Now, when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff.
I was goin' at 150 miles an hour sideways and 500 feet down
at the same time.

I knew it was the end. I looked down, I said ''Wow! Some
trip". I thought it...well I knew it was...I knew it was my last
trip, and in my last remaining seconds in world,I decided
to write one last farewell song to the world.

Put a new ink cartridge in my pen. Took out a piece of paper.
I sat back and I thought awhile. Then I started writin':
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

I knew that, it wasn't the best song l ever wrote, but I didn't
have time to change it. I was comin' down mighty fast.

But as you all know, and as fate would have it, I didn't die. I
landed on the top of a police car. And he died. I drove away
on the road that he was on. I came into town at a screamin'
175 miles an hour, playin' the motorcycle song.

I came into town, I jumped off my bike, the bike went around
the corner by itself, went up on the stand by itself, turned
itself off.

I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...

CHORUS

So here is something just a lil bit heavier...(just a lil...)

Last Caress / Green Hell
As played by Metallica

--- ( Last Caress ) ---

I've got somethin' to say
I killed your baby today and it
Doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead

I've got somethin' to say
I raped your mother today and it
Doesn't matter much to me
As long as she spread

Chorus:

These lovely dead
I'm waiting for your breath
'Cause sweet Death wants Last Caress.

Repeat verse 1
Repeat chorus 2 times

One Last Caress today,
Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh (repeat)

--- ( Green Hell ) ---

Here in this place lies the key to your death
Touch it, see it
Here in this place is the means to your end
Touch it, feel it
Green hell

You did your best as someone could
I bet you never knew you would
Did you run away from it?
I bet you thought you were really good

We're gonna burn in hell
Green Hell Green Hell
Like every hell but kind of green
Green Hell Green Hell
Try let me get back up there
Green Hell Green Hell
Feel it burning in your cereal
Green Hell Green Hell
Throw our fuckin' friends inside
Green Hell Green Hell
Gotta fuckin' pay and you must stay
Green Hell Green Hell
Cannot forget about the best
Green Hell Green Hell
Hell is reigning in your blood
Green Hell Green Hell
Gotta burn it all
Green hell

You did your best as someone could
I bet you never knew you would
And did you run away from me
I bet you think they were really good

Here in this place lies the key to your death
Touch it, see it
Here in this place sister won't let it in
Touch it, feel it
Green hell

You did your best as someone could
I bet you'd never knew you would
Did you run away from it?
I bet you thought you were really good
You've come to this as someone told
I bet you'd never knew you would
Gonna bring
Green hell

AAAHhhhh....
Such a sweet, lovely song!!!

Your gonna make me go country on ya!

Great song Zephy!  That one always gets me fired up.

Here's one to take acid to.

Pink Floyd - Bike Song Lyrics

I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I've got a cloak
It's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front
It's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I know a mouse
And he hasn't got a house
I don't know why
I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old
But he's a good mouse

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man
There a man
Lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish
They're on the dish

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

I know a room full of musical tunes
Some rhyme
Some ching
Most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work

I was ridin' my motorcycle.
Going down a mountain road, at 150 miles an hour, playin'
my guitar. On one side of the mountain road there was a
mountain, and on the other side there was nothin' - there was
a cliff in the air. ...
...when you're going down a mountain road at I50 miles
an hour you gotta be very careful, especially if you're playin'
a guitar. Especially if that guitar is an acoustic guitar.
Because if it's an acoustic guitar, the wind pressure is greater
on the box side than on the neck side, because there's
more guitar on the box side. I wasn't payin' attention ..

Luckily I didn't go into the mountain - I went over the cliff. ...

...I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle

And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy ...cle."

..I walked over to my friend. He was standin' there eatin'
pickles. I said "Hi, what's happenin'?" He looked at me in the
eye and said "Nothin'".

You gotta sing it with that kind of enthusiasm. Like you just
squashed a cop...

LOVE IT! Its so me!

 

 

 

[Edited by on Jan 25, 2005 at 02:15am.]

I still got "RUSH" in my head from like 2 weeks ago!

I still got "RUSH" in my head from like 2 weeks ago!