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Song lyric stuck in my head...

Started by Demetrius, June 17, 2008, 01:55:27 AM

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Demetrius

One of my favorite Marty Robbins-

I'm as sad as the willow
That weeps in the valley
Since you've gone,
Since you've gone from my arms

I'm as sad as the cold wind
That rythes in the treetops,
I'll be lonesome until you return

Come back, come back,
Come back to the valley,
Come back to this poor cowboy's arms

I will weep like the willow
That weeps in the valley,
I'll be lonesome until you return

Come back, come back,
Come back to the valley,
Come back to this poor cowboy's arms

I will weep like the willow
That weeps in the valley,
I'll be lonesome until you return

Truth teller of exceptional proportion...
Proud to be a part of the Colorado Renaissance Festival...

Lady_Lily

Now I'm sitting here before the fire.
The empty room and the forest choir.
The flames that could not get any higher.
They've withered, now they've gone.
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear.
And I know what I will do tomorrow.
When the hands have shaken and the kisses flow, then I will disappear.

Rani Zemirah

Home in the valley
Home in the city
Home isn't pretty
Ain't no home for me

Home in the darkness
Home on the highway
Home isn't my way
Home I'll never be

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

Time is the essence
Time is the season
Time ain't no reason
Got no time to slow

Time everlasting
Time to play B-sides
Time ain't on my side
Time I'll never know

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I'm not the one to tell you what's wrong and what's right
I've seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
But I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can't see no reason to put up a fight
I'm living for givin' the devil his due
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you
And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

Blue Oyster Cult

Rani - Fire Goddess

Aut disce... aut discede

Welsh Wench

#273
I had to laugh--page one you can see Blue Oyster Cult stuck in my mind!

Unfortunately I woke up with this playing through my mind.
Go figure.

You're doin' all you can to get in them old jeans.
You want that body back, you had at seventeen.
Baby, don't get down; don't worry 'bout a thing.
'Cause the way you fill 'em out, hey, that's all right with me.
I don't want the girl you used to be.
An' if you ain't noticed, the kids are fast asleep,

An' you're one hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Well, I know sometimes you think that all you really are,
Is the woman with the kids an' the groceries in the car.
An' you worry about your hips an' you worry about your age.
Meanwhile I'm tryin' to catch the breath you take away.
Oh, an' believe me, you still do.
Baby, all I see, when I look at you,

Is one hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Instrumental break.

I can't imagine me lovin' someone else.
I'm a lucky man,
I think Daddy's got himself,

One hot mama;
You turn me on, let's turn it up,
An' turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, babe?
Oh, now whaddya say, babe?
You wanna?

You're one hot mama,
Let's turn this room into a sauna, yeah.
Whaddya say, babe?
Whaddya say, babe?
Show me your tan lines..and I'll show you mine!

I just want to be Layla.....

Rani Zemirah

That is funny! I heard it last night on the way home, and it's been in there every since. Until this morning, that is, when I heard this...

Unknown Legend
by Neil Young

She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor
She grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down
Daddy always kept movin', so she did too.

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley Davidson
Her long blond hair flyin' in the wind
Shes been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.

You know it ain't easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend in her time
Now shes dressin' two kids
Lookin' for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes.

Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley Davidson
Her long blond hair flyin' in the wind
Shes been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
Rani - Fire Goddess

Aut disce... aut discede

Captain Jack Wolfe

Running from the nightmare
In the middle of the road
Hell's no place for sleeping
In a world beyond control
Caught in the headlights
Coming after you
When I woke up this morning
I had to do what I gotta do
Blast me to Heaven for loving you
Blast me to Heaven for loving you

Speed
Give me what I need
Yeah
White lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
Greased lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

I've seen a train full of pain
On the edge of overload
We're in Heaven, baby
You are gonna implode
I've got these crazy feelings
That I can't explain
I've gotta save you baby
Or I'll die in vain
Blast me to Heaven for loving you
I said blast me to Heaven just for loving you

I said speed
Give me what I need
Yeah
White lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
Greased lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Blast me to Heaven for loving you
I said blast me to Heaven for loving you

Now I'm rushing on the run, yeah
I wanna have me some fun
I'll speed
Give me what I need
Oh, set me free
Let's speed
On wheels, on wheels, on wheels
Said speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
White lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Com'on

I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
Alright
"I'm not sure about people anymore. They're responsible for some pretty nutty stuff. Individuals I'm crazy about, though." ~ Opus

Sir William Marcus

I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
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 blow

Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
Cause there wasn't a filling 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 a red-neck lookin joint called the Dew Drop Inn

I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And ywould 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 except for him and me
He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a ways
He said he wasn't very busy today
And he could have somone out there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said," Now, you just stay right where yer at!"
And I didn't bother to tell the darn fool
That I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

So I 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 the four on the floor?"

He looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd just wait outside
So I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I wthought I'd get outta there with my skin
These 3 big dudes come strollin in
With one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
Especially when there was three of them and only one of me

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

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said "Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man!"

"You may not know it but this man is a spy.
He's a 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 everybody else was looking and listening to me
And I laid it on thicker hand heavier as I went

"He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!
I betchya 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"

"Would you believe this man has gone as far
As tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.
And he voted for George McGovern for President."

They started lookin real suspicious at him
He jumped up and said "Now just wait a minute Jim!
You know he's lying I been living here all of my life!"

"I'm a faithful follower of Brother John Birch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.
And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife!"

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the door I was making tracks
And they were just taking my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti wouldda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin when I passed that crowd
Coming out the door and headed toward me at a trott

Now I guess I should of gone ahead and run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of chasing them all just once around the parking lot

I had them all out there steppin and fetchin
Like their heads was on fire and their paychecks was catchin
then I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelin
Had gravel flyin and rubber squeelin
And I didn't slow down till I was almost to Arkansas

I think I'm gonna reroute my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to L.A., via Omaha
VENI, VIDI, VELCRO! Spelling and grammatical errors are beyond my control, it's the way I'm wired.

Muffin

Oh yeah!! Bring on the Hockey Baby!!!  ;D

We were raised
With the stick
And a pair of blades
On the ice we cut our teeth
We took our knocks
In the penalty box
Our mother was the referee

This sport was here
Before we came
It will be here when we're gone
The game's in our blood
And our blood's in the game
Lay us down under
A frozen pond

We will fight to the end
We will stand and defend
Our flag flying high and free
We were born the child
Of the strong and Wild
In the State, the State of Hockey

A big blue line runs around our state
A line that can't be crossed
The day they try to take this game
Is the day the gloves come off

We will fight to the end
We will stand and defend
Our flag flying high and free
We were born the child
Of the strong and Wild
In the State, the State of Hockey.
A Captains Wench

It's always Beer:30 here....

*sigh* So many kilts, so little time......

Ette

jinx

Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How do you jubilate,
Sitting in cages,
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits,
Beckoning, Beckoning,
Just beyond the bars!
How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?

Been stuck in my head for two days now.  XD
"Green Finch and Linnet Bird from Sweeney Todd.
Lust.
Pirate.
Wench.
Mischievous Little Imp.
Dinosaur.

Captain Jack Wolfe

It's early morning
The sun comes out
Last night was shaking
And pretty loud
My cat is purring
And scratches my skin
So what is wrong
With another sin
The belch is hungry
She needs to tell
So give her inches
And feed her well
More days to come
New places to go
I've got to leave
It's time for a show


Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane


My body is burning
It starts to shout
Desire is coming
It breaks out loud
Lust is in cages
Till storm breaks loose
Just have to make it
With someone I choose
The night is calling
I have to go
The wolf is hungry
He runs the show
He's licking his lips
He's ready to win
On the hunt tonight
For love at first sting


Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane
"I'm not sure about people anymore. They're responsible for some pretty nutty stuff. Individuals I'm crazy about, though." ~ Opus

maelstrom0370

Sorry for the wierd accompanying video, but it was the best version I could find.

That man could ROCK a guitar!

Welsh Wench

#281
Wow, does THAT take me back!
To a little bar called Faragher's.

And Phil Noble shot down the clock at closing time.  ;)
Show me your tan lines..and I'll show you mine!

I just want to be Layla.....

maelstrom0370

Quote from: Welsh Wench on October 04, 2008, 01:58:47 PM
Wow, does THAT take me back!
To a little bar called Faragher's.

And Phil Noble shot down the clock at closing time.  ;)

Man!  You guys had all the fun back in the day!

Welsh Wench

OK the story behind it--

Phil Noble was our pet burnout. It was 1 AM.
The barmaid said, "Phil, it's last call."
Phil whipped out a gun, shot down the clock and said, "Not anymore."
And went back to his beer.

I think I was home doing my homework that night.  :)
Show me your tan lines..and I'll show you mine!

I just want to be Layla.....

maelstrom0370

#284
Quote from: Welsh Wench on October 04, 2008, 02:18:59 PM
OK the story behind it--

Phil Noble was our pet burnout. It was 1 AM.
The barmaid said, "Phil, it's last call."
Phil whipped out a gun, shot down the clock and said, "Not anymore."
And went back to his beer.

I think I was home doing my homework that night.  :)

See!? Nowadays he'd be branded a terrorist or something!!

Homework, indeed!  ::) :P