Favorite Song Lyrics

[cooked cook]

my favorites change daily

my favorites change daily

(damn indecicive cook)

But since I'm going to see the Beastie Boys in NY this weekend, I'll put up some of my favorite lyrics off the new disk.
Even if your not a hip-hop fan, ya gotta dig these lyrics. The Beasties have aged and matured over the years. Funny thing is, I'm just as much a fan of classic rock and heavy metal as I am hip-hop. I have no brain.

This is from their disk "To The 5 Boroughs..."
from track 4- Time To Build (not the whole tune, just some of the best lines)



If you don't like the news then press eject
Baby Davis getting older can't take a rain check
It's time to let'em know what we expect
Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC
Hold up wait up you know we come correct
You wanna change things up, well hey just get set
It's easier to sit back than stick out your neck
It's easier to break things than build it correct
We've got a president we didn't elect
The Kyoto treaty he decided to neglect
And still the US just wants to flex
Keep doin' that wop we gonna break our necks

It takes a second to wreck it
It takes time to build
You gots to chill

I don't really know but I suspect
I think it's due time that we inspect
How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck

So step up to the window and place your bets
Is the US gonna keep breaking necks
Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex
And the military muscle that he wants to flex
By the time Bush is done what will be left
Selling votes like E-pills at the discotheque
Environmental destruction and the national dept
But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest
What the real deal why you can't connect
Why you hating people that you never met
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect?
Why not open your mind for a sec?

 

[Guest]

The Stones

The Stones

TOPS
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Hey baby
Every man is the same come on
I'll make you a star
I'll take you a million miles from all this
Put you on a pedestal
Come on, come on

Have you ever heard those opening lines
You should leave this small town way behind
I'll be your partner
Show you the steps
With me behind your tasting of the sweet wine of success
Cause I'll take you to the top, baby
Hey baby
I'll take you to the top

Step on the ladder
Toe in the pool
Your such a natural you don't need no acting school
Don't need no casting couch
Or be a star in bed
Never, never, never let success go to you pretty head
Cause I'll take you to the top, baby
I swear we'll never going to stop, baby
I'll take you to the top

Don't let the world pass you by
You better take your chance now baby
Or be sorry for the rest of your sweet loving life, baby
Oh, sugar
Hey sugar, I'll take you to the top
I'll take you to the top
I'll take you to the top, sugar


I was driving around today high on Sour Bubble, windows/sunroof open, jammin on Tattoo You and this song always kicks ass

Tex

 

[Harley.]

MARY HOPKIN.

THOSE WERE THE DAYS - 25/09/1968
6 weeks at #1 - 21 weeks on chart.

Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la

Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I´d see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la la

Ahhhhh, memories..........

 

[Guest]

Pink Floyd

Dogs (Waters, Gilmour)

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.


That shit gave me chills today when I was listening to it

Tex

 

[JohnBell]

Genesis

Genesis

Genesis
(Jorma Kaukonen)




The time has come for us to pause
And think of living as it was
Into the future we must cross (must cross)
And I'd like to go with you
And I'd like to go with you


You say I'm harder than a wall
A marble shaft about to fall
I love you dearer than them all (them all)
And I'd like to stay with you
And I'd like to stay with you


And when we walked into the day
Skies of blue had turned to grey
And I might not have been clear to say (to say)
I never looked away
I never looked away


And though I'm feeling you inside
My life is rolling with the tide
I'd like to see it be an open ride
Going alone with you
Going along with you


The time we borrowed from ourselves
Can't stay within the vaulted well
When living turns into a lender's will
I'd like to stay with you
And I'd like to stay with you


And when we came out into view
And there I found myself with you
And breathing felt like something new ('thin new)
Going alone with you
Going alone with you



I heard JB sing this to Mikey at Oak Mountain 2002 right before he passed... Still brings tears to my eyes everytime I hear the song..


I miss Mikey Houser
"An Honest Tune With a Lengering Lead"

 

[CalcioErba2004]

Artist: Jim Stafford
Song: The Wildwood Weed

The name of this song is 'The Wildwood Flower'
Now 'The Wildwood Flower' is an old country classic
It gained a whole new popularity
The song isn't any more popular
But the flower is doin' real good

The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
I didn't gave it much thought...
One day I was out there talking to my brother
Reached down for a weed to chew on
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
And then everything was gone
I Didn't know what happened
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap

I come to and my brother was there
And he said, 'What's wrong with your eyes?'
I said, 'I don't know, I was chewing on a weed'
He said, 'Let me give it a try'
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, swinging on the windmill
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up and get him down
He was about half crazy...

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em all
And put 'em in the corncob pipe
Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
We didn't see no harm
We thought it was kind of handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm

A big ol' puff on the wildwood weed
Next thing you know we's just wandering behind the little animals
All good things gotta come to an end
And it's the same with the wildwood weed

One day this feller from Washington come by
And he spied us and he turned white as a sheet
And he dug and he burned
And he burned and he dug
And he killed all our cute little weeds
Then he drove away
We just smiled and waved...
Sittin' there on that sack of seeds

Y'all come back now, ya hear?

My dad used to sing this song for my brother and I before we started smoking. We thought it was great a song even before we had the chance of smelling any Wildwood Flower ourselves. I love the message in this song....

 

[HerbWeedman]

SirMixaLot Baby Got Back-Mack Daddy

SirMixaLot Baby Got Back-Mack Daddy

Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.
It is so big. *scoff* She looks like,
one of those rap guys' girlfriends.
But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*
They only talk to her, because,
she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*
I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,
out there, I mean - gross. Look!
She's just so ... black!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull up tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupy
I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet,
Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!

(LA face with Oakland booty)
Baby got back!

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm throwin' a gig
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal
Now here's my scandal
I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout Playboy
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin' on
A lot of simps won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I'd rather stay and play
'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the friction on
So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}
If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back!

Baby got back!
Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".

[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got buns, hun
You can do side bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that butt
Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role
And tell you that the butt ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And I pull up quick to get wit 'em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!

(Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

 

[HerbWeedman]

I'm unsure who wrote this or if it made an album

I'm unsure who wrote this or if it made an album

Preformed by the Dillards on the Andy Griffith Show at least Twice.

Dooley

Oh Dooley was a good old man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had 2 daughters
And a 40 gallon still

1 gal watched the boiler
The other watched the spout
And momma corked the bottles
When old Dooley fetched them out

Doo-ley Slippin up the holler
Doo-ley Tryin to make A dollar
Doo-ley Give me a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday

The reveneurs came for him
A slippin through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all
And never lost his goods

Now Dooley was a trader
When in to town he come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the drum

Now I remember very well
The day old Dooley died
The women folk looked sorry
And the men stood round and cried

Now Dooley's on the mountain
He lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him
And a barrel for a stone

Doo-ley Slippin up the holler
Doo-ley Tryin to make a dollar
Doo-ley Give me a swaller
And I'll pay you back someday

 

[Guest]

Pink Floyd from "Animals"


Sheep

Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I’ve looked over jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.

The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives he releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you’re told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

 

[ledhed]

Wynona's Big Brown Beaver
Primus
Sailing the Seas of Cheese

Wynona’s got herself a big brown beaver
And she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her,
So she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came lou with the old baboon
And said recognize that smell?
Smells like seven layers,
That beaver eats taco bell.
Now rex he was a texan out of new orleans
And he travelled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars
And he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver
So he though he’d take himself a peek,
But the beaver was quick
And grabbed him by the kiwis.
Now he ain’t pissed for a week.
(and a half!)
Now wynona took her big brown beaver,
And she stuck him up in the air.
Said I sure do love this big brown beaver
And I wish I did have a pair.
Now the beaver once slept for seven days
And it gave us all an awful fright.
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch
And the bastard tried to bite me.
Wynona loved her big brown beaver
And she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it
Occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

 

[ledhed]

Queen Bitch
David Bowie
Hunky Dory

I'm up on the eleventh floor
And I'm watching the cruisers below
He's down on the street
And he's trying hard to pull sister Flo
Oh, my heart's in the basement
My weekend's at an all time low
'Cause she's hoping to score
So I can't see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

She's an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a Queen, and such are queens
That your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
Yes she's leading him on
And she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

So I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It don't feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
But he's down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And I'm phoning a cab
'Cause my stomach feels small
There's a taste in my mouth
And it's no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no

She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that

 

[ledhed]

One more...

One more...

Young Blood
Lieber/Stoller
Originally recorded by the Coasters
1957

I saw her standin' on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair
I couldn't stop myself from shoutin
Look a-there Look a-there
Look a-there Look a-there

Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind

I took one look and I was fractured
I tried to walk but I was lame
I tried to talk but I just stuttered
What's your name What's your name
What's your name What's your name

Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind

What crazy stuff She looked so tough
I had to follow her all the way home
Then things went bad; I met her dad
He said, "You'd better leave my daughter alone"

I couldn't sleep a wink for tryin'
I saw the rising of the sun
And all night my heart was cryin'
You're the one, you're the one
You're the one, you're the one

Young blood, young blood, young blood
I can't get you out of my mind

 

[hilljack]

here's a real meaningful song for this meaningful day

Zappa

I'm The Slime
I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you

I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away
I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin' out
From your TV set

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't got for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks..
Don't touch that dial

Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin' along on your livin'room floor

I am the slime from your video
Can't stop the slime, people, lookit me go

 

[Guest]

bob marley
natural mystic
red wine

Red, red wine
Go to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need her so
-
Red, red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
Memories won't go
Memories won't go
-
I'd have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of you
Would leave my head
I was wrong
Now I find
Just one thing makes me forget
-
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
-
I'd have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forget
-
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
-
Red Red Wine Toast Section
-
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it make me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
-
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine
Mek me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line
The line broke, the monkey get choke
Burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat
-
Red red wine I'm gonna hold on to you
Hold on to you cause I know you love true
Red red wine I'm gonna love you till I die
Love you till I die and that's no lie
Red red wine can't get you out my mind
Where ever you maybe I'll surely find
I'll surely find, make no fuss just stick with us.
-
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me little time, help me clear up me mind
Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine
Mek me feel fine all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line
The line broke, the monkey get choke
Burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat
-
Red red wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah.

 

[GordyP]

A Touching Little Ditty

A Touching Little Ditty

Lydia, the Tattooed Lady
Groucho Marx

Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Lydia the tattooed lady.
She has eyes that men adore so,
and a torso even more-so!

Lydia, oh Lydia, my encyclopidia,
Lydia the queen of tattoos,
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo,
Beside it the Wreck of the Hesperis too,
And proudly above flys the Red, White, and Blue...
You can learn a lot from Lydia

When her robe she unfurls, she will show you the world
if you'll just step up and tell her where;
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Par-ee
or Washington crossing the Delaware

Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Lydia, the tattooed lady.
When her muscles start relaxin'
up the hill comes Andrew Jackson

Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopidia,
Lydia the queen of them all.
For two bits she will do a mizerka in jazz,
with a view of Niagara that nobody has,
and on a clear day you can see Alcatraz...
You can learn a lot from Lydia

Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Lydia the queen of tattoos.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet,
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
for he went and married Lydia!

I said Lydia...
(he said Lydia...)
I SAID LYDIA!!

 

[hilljack]

marijuana is not a phish song

 

[Guest]

311

Music

Hydroponic

Mother nature supreme step back and dream
the hydroponic scene (scene)
found around knocked out of bounds wound
into the mind of my stone cloud
taste the thinnest of oxygen (oxygen)
rising higher a stoner cuz I can groove something
wrecking nothing to prove see that's in my nature
so fresh the vital bud of the chronic tastes of something thicker

Everything I eat is from the earth, right?
I am what I eat, straight up earth, right?
nothing but a walking sack of earth, nice to meet you
how do you do, guess what, yeah your one too
my skin holds me in, my brain moves me then boom
I jump straight off the speaker in a form, a celebration
that were moving, freely disconnected I'm truly grateful
I'm going back to the earth, I'm not going to waste life
being hateful

Kingdom comin' through ya
kingdom comin' through ya

Jumpin' out my skin (jumpin' out my skin)
the skin I'm in (the skin I'm in)
and the hydroponic's on

Did it because we wanna
toke up until its gone an
abstract notion
here to connect me to the ocean
cause I'm water, and carbon, and not much else, I felt compunction
conjunction junction, what's your function
I'll be hookin' up verbs and nouns and phrases
clauses as to the causes of misery quizzically
I look to my own book hooked
on trying to fathom the solar systems
an atom in a larger molecule
called a galaxy, cool
the Milky Way is where I stray

Astronomy steppin' stompin' a pow wow (wow)
I rock the mike and shake up the ground
and I'm a bust out like wild dandelions in fat bloom (bloom)
I'm shooting through the cosmos because I loom
you know I'm higher, I'm shining brighter, yes, yes
like where water comes together with other water foamin'
now I'm homin' like a bird soarin' right to the moon
I'm a wildflower busting out I go boom (boom)

Kingdom comin' through ya
kingdom comin' through ya

Jumpin' out my skin (jumin' out my skin)
the skin i'm in (the skin i'm in)
and the hydroponic's on

Jumpin' out my skin (jumin' out my skin)
the skin i'm in (the skin i'm in)
and the hydroponic's on

 

[Guest]

Pantera - CEMETARY GATES

Reverend, reverend,
Is this a conspiracy?
Crucified for no sins
No revenge... beneath me.
Lost within my plans for life,
It all seems so unreal.
I’m a man cut in half in this world,
Left in my misery.

(instrumental)

The reverend he turned to me
Without a tear in his eyes.
It’s nothing new for him to see,
I didn’t ask him why.
I will remember...
The love our souls had sworn to make.
Now I watch the falling rain
All my mind can see now is your (face).

Well I guess
You took my youth
And gave it all away.
Like the birth of a new found joy,
This love would end in rage...
And when she died
I couldn’t cry,
The pride within my soul.
You left me incomplete
All alone as the memories now unfold.

Believe the word.
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery gates.

Sometimes when I’m alone,
I wonder aloud,
If you’re watching over me
Some place far abound.
I must reverse my life
I can’t live in the past.
Then set my soul free,
Belong to me at last.

Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone.
I didn’t care to look around
And make this world my own...
And when she died
I should’ve cried and spared myself some pain.
You left me incomplete,
All alone as the memories still remain.

The way we were,
The chance to save my soul...
And my concern is now in vain.
Believe the word,
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery... gates

(instrumental)

The way we were,
The chance to save my soul...
And my concern is now in vain.
Believe the word,
I will unlock my door...
And pass the cemetery...

Gates!

Gates!

Gates!

 

[Guest]

This was my battle cry when I was young and immortal

Pantera - Cowboys from Hell

Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We’re gonna take what’s ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We’re tagged and can’t turn back

You see us comin’
And you all together run for cover
We’re takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
’cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you we’re the cowboys from hell

Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
’cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can’t lock me in your cage

You see us comin’
And you all together run for cover
We’re takin over this town

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend
’cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you we’re the cowboys from hell

RIP Darrell "Dimebag" Abbott

Tex

 

[iluvtogrograss]

Bob Dylan Visions of Johanna


Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain