I was sitting in traffic, the lights on red. My daughter of 25 years starts shuffling thru the CDs. What's this like dad ? she asked & put some hairy arsed G 'n R on the car's CD player , then dropped the window, hit the go louder button & what comes out of the speakers ?
Well I'm a west coast struttin'
One bad mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase
Under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
Well I got one chance left
In a nine live cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go
I smoke my cigarette with style
An I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight
OK then. I should only listen to ancient rock in private. However, this old man has bred a throw back rock chick for a daughter. Nothing airy fairy with her & G 'n R still make me smile. C'est la vie.
i dont know
why this world keeps turning
round and round
but i wish it would stop and let me off right now
Nothing like a good spanky - madonna...
For some strange reason?
x
(It's all boomerang's fault! :wink: ):
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America
"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've come to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"
"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America
-Paul Simon 1968
I´ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby....
hingehead wrote:I´ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby....
they never coime around here ....<grumble>
It's a great day to whip somebody's ass
It's a bad day so you better get off my back
You might get cold cocked if you try and cross my path
Cause it's a great day to whip somebody's ass...
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me
If I swore you were an angel
Would you treat me like the devil tonight
If I were dying of thirst
Would your flowing love come quench me
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me ...
stuck in my head...
I'll keep you my dirty little secret....
all day long!
When i was just a little boy, i asked my mother what will i be?
Will i be Arsenal?
Will i be Spurs?
Here's what she sed to me;
WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT SON!
YOU'LL NEVER BE A SPURS SCUM!
NOW GO GET YOUR FARTHERS GUN!
AND SHOOT THE SPURS SCUM!
Que Sara Sara!
It's annoyingly stuck in my head and i want it out! lol
OK, this was playing earlier, and I've been singing it ALL day.
A little bit of Cockerney for you........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mabUYcYu66E
How dare you post a Blur song on a thread that a Mancunian might chance upon!
here's one backatcha
x
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jf3EFuEDtic
Oh, the boring Beatles wannabes, eh? I thought you were going to post a song featuring the incredibly intelligent Bez, from Happy Mondays.
This song, all day long:
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, oh I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen
...
Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, Ah come on Eileen
That pretty red dress, Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen
Please...
Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
Toora toora-too-loora
Now you have grown, now you have shown, oh Eileen
Come on Eileen, these things they are real and I know
how you feel
Now I must say more than ever
things round here have changed
Too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-rye-aye
My Mum's called Eileen...
x
For some reason all last night I had
Some fools fool themselves I guess - but they're not fooling me
Dang why on earth would 'Love Hurts' be going through my head?
For the record I think it was the Nazareth version or maybe Jim Capaldi's - definitely not the Everly's or Gram Parsons...
