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The Lyrics thread
starry-eyed pirate:
Oh, Once upon a mid-nite dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestent with aparting gift
I could notbelieve my eyes
When I saw thru the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah, humor me and tell me lies
AndI'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feelin open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully.
But you-ou
Why you wanna give me a run-around ??
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is s-low me down.
And shake me and my confidence
About a great many things
But I've been there. I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywoods calling for the movie rights
Singin' "Hey babe, let's keep in touch,
Hey Baby, let's keep in touch"
But I want more than a touch, I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no-one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell...
What's yours' and mine, the fishin's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme, so don't'cha feed me a line.
But you-ou
Why you wanna give me arun-around ??
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is s-low me down.
Tra-la-la-la-la bomba dear, this is the pilot speakin'
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there aint a whole lot that you can do.
Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the winds' gotten colder.
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
My cup shall always be full.
Oh, I like coffee
And I like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take.
Well alright, Okay
So be that way.
I hope and pray
That there's somethin' left to say.
But you-ou
Why you wanna give me a run-around ??
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is s-low me down.
But you-ou
Why you wanna give me a run-around ??
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is s-low-o me down.
Love this tune, Blues Traveller aint one of my favorite bands, not that they suck either, but they have a couple of exceptional songs. This is one of them. Fuckin' killer lyrics.
::dove::
starry-eyed pirate:
While I'm here, my daughter wants to print a smiley face so here we go.
::rainbow::
Botched Programming:
You know I've smoked a lot of grass
O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills
But I never touched nothin'
That my spirit could kill
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'round
With tombstones in their eyes
But the pusher don't care
Ah, if you live or if you die
God damn, The Pusher
God damn, I say The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man
You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, The Pusher
God damn, God damn the Pusher
I said God damn, God, God damn The Pusher man
Well, now if I were the president of this land
You know, I'd declare total war on The Pusher man
I'd cut him if he stands, and I'd shoot him if he'd run
Yes I'd kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun
God damn The Pusher
Gad damn The Pusher
I said God damn, God damn The Pusher man
fuckbuddy:
Well I´m here looking through an old picture frame
Just waiting for the perfect view
I hope something special will step in to my life
Another fine edition of you
A pin-up done in shades of blue
Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life
The country air and all it?s joys
But badgers couldn?t compensate at twice the price
For just another night with the boys oh yeah
And boys will be boys, will be boys
They say love´s a gamble, hard to win, easy lose
And while sun shines you´d better make hay
So if life is your table and fate is the wheel
Then let the chips fall where they may
In modern times the modern way
And as I was drifting past the lorelei
I heard those slinky sirens wail - whooo
So look out sailor when you hear them croon
You´ll never been the same again oh no
Their crazy music drives you insane - this way
So love, leave me...do what you will
-who knows what tomorrow might bring?
Learn from your mistakes is my only advice
And stay cool is still the main rule
Don?t play yourself for a fool
Too much cheesecake too soon
Old money´s better than new
No mention in the latest tribune
And don´t let this happen to you
Anonymous:
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas
Open my presents and I'd be glad
But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys.
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit
Don't give my sister a cuddly toy
We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real McCoy
Father Christmas, give us some money
We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He's got lots of mouths to feed
But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry Christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin'
While you're drinkin' down your wine
Father Christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Father Christmas, please hand it over
We'll beat you up, so don't make us annoyed
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don't mess around with those silly toys
We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over
We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
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