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RTP2003:
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 will 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 giving the devil his due
And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning 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 or what's right
I've seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through
Well I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you
I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning 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 giving the devil his due
And I'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you [repeat]
Froderik:
I like these words, RTP. Ain't no cult like the Blue Oyster Cult.
I've heard this song a million times, but did not catch all of the words, until now...
RTP2003:
--- Quote from: "Froderik" ---I like these words, RTP. Ain't no cult like the Blue Oyster Cult.
I've heard this song a million times, but did not catch all of the words, until now...
--- End quote ---
Oh yeah.......it comes on like a cheesy pop song, which it is, I guess, but it's got damn fine words to go along with the catchy melody.........and it's kind of a theme that's been relevent to my situation theses days ;D
Botched Programming:
Pretty Good At Drinkin' Beer" by Billy Currington
I wasn't born for diggin deep holes
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I aint cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer
I'm not the type to work in a bank
I'm no good at slappin on things
Don't have a knack for makin motors crank, no
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer
So hand me one more
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my budlight
I like 'em cold and tall
I aint much for mowin thick grass
I'm too slow for workin' too fast
I don't do windows so honey don't ask
But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer
A go getter maybe I'm not
I'm not known for doin' a lot
But I do my best work when the weather's hot
I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer
So hand me one more
That's what I'm here for
I'm built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my budlight
I like 'em cold and tall
I wasn't born for diggin deep holes
I'm not made for pavin long roads
I aint cut out to climb high line poles
But I'm pretty good at drinkin beer
I'm pretty good at drinkin beer
[Spoken] o hand me one more boys...
That's what I'm here for
Botched Programming:
Found a cool Vinyl yesterday as my next door neighbor was moving and threw out this one along with some other crap I was not interested in
Aqualung... Jethro Tull - Ian Anderson
"Cross-Eyed Mary"
Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
on expense accounted gruel,
and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
and she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
helps the poor man get along
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