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11-01-2016, 12:22 AM
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Strange lyrics sad panda .....if you can call them lyrics.
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11-01-2016, 12:42 AM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EH2E-AUi7Eo
Tom Waits 'Small Change'... Well small change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquise weren't weeping They went stark ravin' mad And the cabbies were the only ones That really had it made Cause his cold trousers were twisted And the sirens high and shrill And crumpled in his fist was a five dollar bill And the naked mannikins with their Cheshire grins And the raconteurs And roustabouts said buddy Come on in Cause the dreams ain't broken down here Now... they're walkin' with a limp Now that Small change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the burglar alarm's been disconnected And the newsmen start to rattle And the cops are tellin' jokes about some whore house in Seattle And the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment And the furniture's bargains galore But the blood is by the juke box On an old linoleum floor And it's a hot rain on 42nd Street And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance And the newsboy's a lunatic With stains on his pants cause... Small change got rained on with his own .38 And no one's gone over to close his eyes And there's a racing form in his pocket Circled Blue Boots in the 3rd And the cashier at the clothing store He didn't say a word as the Siren tears the night in half And someone lost his wallet Well it's surveillance of assailants If that's whachawannacallit But the whores still smear on And they all look like But their mouths cut just like Razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiator's steaming And her teeth are in a wreck Now she won't let you kiss her But what the hell did you expect And the gypsies are tragic and if you Wanna to buy perfume, well They'll bark you down like Carneys...sell you Christmas cards in June But... Small change got rained on with his own .38 And his headstone's A gumball machine No more chewing gum or Baseball cards or Overcoats or dreams and Someone is hosing down the sidewalk And he's only in his teens Small change got rained on with his own .38 And a fist full of dollars can't change that And someone copped his watch fob And someone got his ring And the newsboy got his pork pie Stetson hat And the tuberculosis old men At the Nelson wheeze and cough And someone will head South Until this whole thing cools off cause Small change got rained on with his own .38 Small change got rained on with his own .38
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11-01-2016, 01:22 AM
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My favorite pool playing song. Who knows how many $$$ I sunk in that old junk box playing this one?
Eric Clapton - It's In The Way That You Use It Lyrics It's in the way that you use it, It comes and it goes. It's in the way that you use it, Boy don't you know. And if you lie you will lose it, Feelings will show. So don't you ever abuse it, Don't let it go. Nobody's right till somebody's wrong. Nobody's weak till somebody's strong. No one gets lucky till luck comes along. Nobody's lonely till somebody's gone. And if you lie you will lose it, Feelings will show. So don't you ever abuse it, Don't let it go. I've seen dark skies, never like this. Walked on some thin ice, never like this. I've told you white lies, never like this. Looked into true eyes, never like this. It's in the way that you use it, It comes and it goes. It's in the way that you use it, Boy don't you know. Here's Paul Newman and Tom Cruise playing pool in the movie The Color of Money  Eric Clapton - It's In The Way That You Use It |
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11-01-2016, 02:32 AM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0U5I2vmy6A
Tool - 10,000 Days (Wings Pt. 2) We listen to the tales and romanticize, how we follow the path of the hero. Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, How we'll rise to the height of our halo. Listen to the tales as we all rationalize, our way into the arms of the savior. Feigning all the trials and the tribulations. None of us have actually been there, Not like you... Ignorant siblings in the congregation. Gather around spewing sympathy, Spare me... None of them can even hold a candle up to you. Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see. But enough about the collective Judas. Who could deny you were the one who illuminated? Your little piece of the divine. And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way. Your way home... Oh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down? Without you to guide them all to Zion? What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun? Other than tremble incessantly. High is the way, but our eyes are upon the ground. You are the light and the way. They'll only read about. I only pray heaven knows, when to lift you out. 10,000 days in the fire is long enough. You're going home... You're the only one who can hold your head up high. Shake your fist at the gates saying, "I have come home now...!" Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father. Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended. "It's time now! My time now! Give me my Give me my wings...!" Give me my [x5] (Give me my wings) You are the light, the way, that they will only read about. Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance. Burden of proof tossed upon the believers. You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, Judith Marie, unconditional one. Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence. Difficult to see you in this light. Please forgive this bold suggestion. Should you see your maker's face tonight, Look him in the eye. Look him in the eye and tell him, I never lived a lie, never took a life, But surely saved one. Hallelujah It's time for you to bring me home.
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11-01-2016, 10:02 PM
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'I've Been All Around This World'
Traditional/Jerry Garcia Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Lulu, my Lulu, come and open the door Before I have to walk on in with my old forty-four Lord, I've been all around this world Mama and papa, little sister makes three Mama and papa, little sister makes three They're coming in the morning, that's the last you'll see of me Lord, lord, I've been all around this world Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone Hang me, oh hang me, so I'll be dead and gone I wouldn't mind your hanging boys, but you wait in jail so long Lord, I've been all around this world Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand Up on the Blue Ridge mountain, there I'll take my stand A rifle on my shoulder, six-shooter in my hand Lord, Lord, I've been all around this world https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQxVi0j90MQ |
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11-01-2016, 10:06 PM
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11-01-2016, 10:08 PM
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Pride of Cucamunga - Grateful Dead
this was I believe on their last album and seldom played live (though Furthur pulled it out quite a bit) Out on the edge of an empty highway Howling at the blood on the moon Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way I can't hit that border too soon Running hard out of Muskrat Flats It was sixty days or double life Hail on my back like a shotgun blast High wind chimes in the night Oh oh, the pride of Cucamonga Oh oh, bitter olives in the sun Oh oh, I had me some lovin' And I done some time Since I came down from Oregon There's a lesson or two I've learned By standing in the road alone Standing watching the fires burn The northern sky it stinks with greed You could smell it for miles around The good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel Sitting doing that git on down Oh oh, the pride of Cucamonga Oh oh, silver apples in the sun Oh oh, I had me some lovin' And I done some time I see your silver shining town But I know I can't go there Your streets run deep with poisoned wine Your doorways crawl with fear So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at Where the weed grows green and fine And wrap myself around a bush of that bright Whoa, on Oaxaca vine Yes, it's me, I'm the pride of Cucamonga I can see golden forests in the sun Oh oh, I had me some lovin' And I done some time And I done some time And I done some time |
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11-02-2016, 02:25 AM
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Can you guys remember to leave a youtube link, so we can all go straight to the song, as we read the words?
Thankyou for your kind indulgence.
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11-02-2016, 04:21 AM
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One of my favorite Dylan songs, originally supposed to be on the Blood on the Tracks album, anyway, it's on the Biograph set. Sorry I couldn't find a link on youtube for it.
https://videos.sapo.pt/I9gbs0sZUz1dCbmbSLFi Up To Me Bob Dylan Everything went from bad to worse Money never changed a thing Death kept followin', trackin' us down At least I heard your bluebird sing Now somebody's got to show their hand Time is an enemy I know you're long gone I guess it must be up to me If I'd thought about it I never would've done it I guess I would've let it slide If I'd-a paid attention to what others were thinkin' The heart inside me would've died But I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity Someone had to reach for the risin' star I guess it was up to me Oh, the union central is pullin' out The orchids are in bloom I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously Somebody's got to find your trail I guess it must be up to me It was like a revelation When you betrayed me with your touch I'd just about convinced myself nothin' had changed that much The old rounder in the iron mask he slipped me the master key Somebody had to unlock your heart He said it was up to me Now I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free When the dawn came over the river bridge I knew it was up to me The only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work Was I a fool or not to try to protect your real identity? You looked a little burned out, my friend I thought it might be up to me I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be But she ain't a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me Now we heard the sermon on the mount and I knew it was too complex It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty Somebody's got to tell the tale I guess it must be up to me Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird cafe Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way Now, I just can't rest without your love, I need your company But you ain't a-gonna cross the line I guess it must be up to me There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history Somebody's got to cry some tears I guess it must be up to me So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property One of us has got to hit the road I guess it must be up to me If we never meet again, baby, remember me How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free No one else could play that tune, you know it was up to me
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11-02-2016, 04:34 AM
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When my fist clenches crack it open before i use it and lose my cool,When i smile tell me some bad news before I laugh and act like a fool..
If I swallow anything evil , put your fingers down my throat, and if I shiver please give me a blanket, keep me warm let me wear your coat. Im just another wholigan 
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