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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 12:55 pm
Er, Eva. I don't think that would work, honey. Who knows what evil lurks outside those flimsy screens. <smile> In Virginia, folks, we had a two story house and the breezes were mountain bourne; consequently, unless that evil happened to be a second story man, one could leave the windows open and feel those zephyrs.

Hey! That reminds me of a song:

On the first of May, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!

Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait.......!

In a mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.

While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your cover-let,
When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.

And if you're good,
I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while I stand look-in'

Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!

Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!

We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery
Then our mountain greenery home.
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McTag
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 12:57 pm
Callin' out around the world-
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:03 pm
Absolutely, McTag. It's called the brat beat. Wanna hear us play it?
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McTag
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:05 pm
I'm a little tired of this "brat" nonsense.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:07 pm
Sorry, buddy. Here ya go:

RAMONES Song Lyrics

Beat On The Brat
(From the album "RAMONES")

Beat on the brat Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh

Beat on the brat Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh

What can you do? What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back What can you (lose?)
What can you do? What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back What can you (lose?) lose?
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Eva
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:33 pm
I can hardly blame McTag, Letty. I wouldn't like being called a sausage, either! <LOL>

Seriously...are you really afraid to open your windows? I don't know if I could live somewhere I couldn't open my windows. I hafta "air out" the place regularly. What a shame you're missing those lovely ocean breezes!
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:36 pm
from now until next oct we don't even close the back door.
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:42 pm
Calling folks a "brat" is just my way of saying, I don't understand, Eva.

I open up in the day, Eva, but since I am alone now, I am a bit uneasy of making things accessible to the people on the street where I live.

Hey, where is our dj. Can we repeat? of course we can.

On The Street Where You Live



I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live



Are there lilac trees in the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live

And oh, the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling that any second you may suddenly appear

People stop and stare, they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 01:50 pm
Well, dys. Here's to you and your safety net. A colt 44? Heh! Heh!

Song: Hair Trigger Colt 44 Tab


Hair Trigger Colt .44
as Recorded by Chris LeDoux
Transcribed by Ken Bennett ([email protected])

E B A
Iâm a man whoâs goinâ to hell with heavenâs blessing
E B A
The judge said Iâm not fit to live with men
E B A
Theyâre building me a gallows in the courtyard
E B A
To make sure I donât pass this way again

E B A
My first taste of killinâ was at Vicksburg
E B A
I must have shot me a hundred men
E B A
I learned to make my livinâ with a six-gun
E B A
Iâm an outlaw now but I was a hero then

Chorus:
E B A
Lord if I had only known the misery
E B A
That gloryâs somethinâ not worth killinâ for
E B A
I wish now I had never touched the handle
B E
Of a Hairtrigger Colt .44

E B A
I was a hunted desperado
E B A
A wanted man with a price on my head
E B A
I thought that I could steal a taste of freedom
E B A
I got me a hangmanâs noose instead

Repeat Chorus
E B A
Undertaker write on my tombstone
E B A
A killer finally killed and nothinâ more
E B A
I wouldnât be here if it hadnât been for Providence
B E
And a Hairtrigger Colt .44

Repeat Chorus 2x

Sorry for the strange diacritical markings, dys
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 02:00 pm
Dyslexia wrote, "from now until next oct we don't even close the back door."

You are so lucky, I don't even got no back door!


SHAKIN' STEVENS
GREEN DOOR - 01/08/1981

Midnight, one more night without sleepin'
Watchin' till the mornin' comes creepin'
Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'

There's an old piano
And they play it hot behind the green door
Don't know what they're doin'
But they laugh a lot behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in
So I could find out what's behind the green door

Knocked once, tried to tell them I'd been there
Door slammed, hospitality's thin there
Wond'rin' just what's goin' on in there

Saw an eyeball peepin'
Through a smoky cloud behind the green door
When I said Joe sent me
Someone laughed out loud behind the green door
All I want to do is join the happy crowd behind the green door

Midnight, one more night without sleepin'
Watchin' till that mornin' comes creepin'
Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'

There's an old piano
And they're playin' hot behind the green door
Don't know what they're doin'
But they laugh a lot behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in
So I could find out what's behind the green door

Saw an eyeball peepin'
Through a smoky cloud behind the green door
When I said Joe sent me
Someone laughed out loud behind the green door
All I want to do is join the happy crowd behind the green door
Wish they'd let me in
So I could find out what's behind the green door
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 02:12 pm
Hey, Try. Why can't it be a red door, buddy?<smile>

Better be careful now cause.............


Stevie Wonder
» Keep On Running

Some gonna get you
Some gonna grab you
Some gonna jump out of the bushes and grab you
Whole lotta folks, you better run faster.
Some gonna grab you
Some gonna jump out of the bushes and grab you
Some gonna grab you
Oh You need this thing to grab you, ha.
Yea, yea
Keep on running
Keep on running from my love
Keep on running, yea
Keep on running from my love
Some folks say that you're really, really fine,
All you want to be is just a friend of mine,
But I know, the man your with gonna break your heart,
And you'll be sad real soon, yea.
Keep on running,
Keep on running from my love,
Keep on running, yea,
Keep on running from my love.
Some folks say that you're really, really fine
But all you want to be is just a friend of mine,
But I know I'm gonna get you with him -real soon.
Why do you keep?
Keep on running, running from my love
Yea, keep on running from
Keep on running, running from my love
I need you baby
Keep on running, running from my love
And everyday yea,
Keep on running, running from my love. Oh
Keep on running
Keep on running from my love
Keep on running yea
Keep on running from my love
Some folks say that your love is really good
All you want to be is just a friend of mine,
But I know, I'm gonna get you in the end
'Cause I need you so
Keep on running
Keep on running, running from my love
Yea, keep on running baby
Keep on running, running from my love, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
Keep on running, running from my love
...say it loud
Keep on running, running from my love
Oh, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
...say it loud
Keep on running, running from my love
Something gonna get you, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
You can get it baby in my love
Keep on running, running from my love
Oh, yea say
Keep on running, running from my love
sing I love you so
Keep on running, running from my love
Sing, so
Keep on running, running from my love
sing a little song for me
Keep on running, running from my love
Baby, you can bring me love
Keep on running, running from my love
I wanna hear
Keep on running, running from my love
Yea,
Keep on running, running from my love
Everybody sing it with me, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
Some's gonna grab you
Keep on running, running from my love
some's gonna jump out of the bushes and grab you, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
keep on running baby
Keep on running, running from my love
Oh, yea yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Keep on running, running from my love
This is it
Keep on running, running from my love
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Keep on running
Keep on running, running from my love
yea, yea,
Keep on running, running from my love
I'm getting tired of you running
Keep on running, running from my love
Can you feel it in the shoe babe?
Keep on running, running from my love
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Keep on running, running from my love
Hey, hey
Keep on running, running from my love
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, mama, mama, mama
Keep on running, running from my love
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 02:34 pm
Well, folks, Letty just got a bit of good news. The IRS just sent me a down payment on the $7,000.00 that FEMA owes me.

Ah, how sweet. $27.00.

Drinks are on me!
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Tryagain
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 03:03 pm
"Drinks are on me!"

I hope you will not mind if I sit this one out. I am still recovering from the last time. Laughing

(I don't know who sang it)

Drink with me! Drink with me! Drink with me! Drink with me...

I'm startin' to see double, and I just fell of my stool!
I'm sluring all my words and I'm covered in my own drool!
I threw up on my girlfriend and we got into a fight.
Man oh man, what a fargin' great night!
Well, I wake up the next morning and my brain is full of pain!
And I swear to god, I will never drink again.
But, six o'clock rolls around, and there's nothing on t.v.,
So I call up all my buddies, and they come drink with me! Oh

Drink with me... Have a drink to you're health
then go and throw up on yourself!
Drink with me! Drink with me! Drink with me! AR!

Well, after six or seven pints I figured I was hosed,
So I had another five until the bar was closed.
I staggered back to my place and I cracked another crate!
When I woke up at sunset I was wearing what I ate.
I threw up in the bathroom it's amazing what I saw!
Peas and corn and bicycle parts and meat that still looked raw!
I stumbled to the kitchen and I had myself a beer!
Alchohol, alchohol you are a friend so dear! So!

Drink with me...
Drink for England drink for France! Drink until you pee your Pants!
Drink with me! Drink with me! Drink with me! AR!

Woke up at six p.m. I needed liquor and a friend!
So I grabbed a couple bottles and a pig out of it's pen.
Drank a bottle of tequila, playing stupid drinking games,
Then, wandered out into the snow and tried to pee our names.
We staggered to a bar and we ordered up a pint!
The waiter said he couldn't, he said "We don't serve swine!'
The pig, he punched the waiter, grabbed the drinks and oinked at him.
That's no way to talk to my new best friend!

Drink with me...
Ninetynine bottles of beer on the wall! Me and the pig'll drink them all!
Drink with me! Drink with me! Drink with me! AR!
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 03:10 pm
Try, I have no idea who did that one, but you certainly did recall it well, with your hurting head and all.

By special request:



Writer(s): johnny mercer/harold arlen

It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know

We're drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
I'm feeling so bad
Won't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I wanna say
And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
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Eva
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 03:25 pm
Letty wrote:
I open up in the day, Eva, but since I am alone now, I am a bit uneasy of making things accessible to the people on the street where I live.


Oh. Well, that's reasonable. I so enjoyed the breeze in your "Florida room" (is that what you called it?) when we were there. I suspect I would spend all my time out there if I lived where you do. Oklahoma is a windy place, so I've become accustomed to breezes. The ocean air always feels marvelous to me...very exotic to this inland girl. I love it.
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Eva
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 03:26 pm
Letty wrote:
Well, folks, Letty just got a bit of good news. The IRS just sent me a down payment on the $7,000.00 that FEMA owes me.

Ah, how sweet. $27.00.

Drinks are on me!


They call $27 a "down payment"?! I'll just have some ice water, thank you!
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 03:37 pm
You know, Eva. When Bud was alive, we spent all our time in that Florida room. We watched the white ibis in the pepper tree. (gone now) Watched a mocking bird battle a snake. Haven't seen one in ages. Watched the moorhens swim and birth babies. Even had a pet alligator. Well, we didn't exactly pet him.<smile>

Well, honey. I don't want to get into that too much, makes me sad.

Hey, folks, here's another song inspired by the Where Am I thread:

Kenny Rogers, and he is still tearing 'em up in Nashville:


To see what condition my condition was in)
(mickey newbury)

(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 05:51 pm
Goon Squad
by Elvis Costello
Mother, father, I'm here in the zoo
I can't come home, cause I've grown up too soon
I got my sentence, I got my command
they said they'd make me major if I beat off any man

I could be a corporal into corporal punishment
or the general manager of a large establishment
they pat some goodbyes on the back and put some to the rod
but I never thought they'd put me in the goon squad
they've come to look you over and they're giving you the eye
goon squad, the ones you took home or out to play better say goodbye

Some grow up just like their dads
some grow up too tall
some go drinking with the lads
some don't grow up at all
you must learn the proper place for everything you see
but you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me

I could join a chain of mail, be the invisible link
go looking for a lucky girl to put me in the pink
they pat some goodbyes on the back and put some to the rod
but I never thought they'd put me in the goon squad
they come to look you over and they're giving you the eye
goon squad, they want you to come out to play
you'd better say goodbye

Mother, father, I'm doing so well
I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell
I put in a little dedication with one eye on the clock
they caught you on the medication
you could be in for a shock
thinking of the alibis that everyone's forgotten
just another mummy's boy gone to rotten

They pat some goodbyes on the back and put some to the rod
but I never thought they'd put me in the goon squad
they come to look you over and they're giving you the eye
goon squad, they want you to come out to play
you'd better say goodbye
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 06:09 pm
Strange, edgar. I don't understand the lyrics to that song. Especially this verse:



Some grow up just like their dads
some grow up too tall
some go drinking with the lads
some don't grow up at all
you must learn the proper place for everything you see
but you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me(this line in particular)

Well, folks, there are plenty of "modern art" lyrics out there, I guess.

Here's one by Madonna that needs no explanation.



Written by Madonna and Stuart Price

Je suis désolé
Lo siento
Ik ben droevig
Sono spiacente
Perdóname

I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
(repeat)

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'forgive me'
I've heard it all before
And I can't take it anymore

You're not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you've gone too far
I've listened to your lies and all your stories (Listen to your stories)
You're not half the man you'd like to be

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'forgive me'
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore

Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap
There's more important things than hearing you speak
Mistake me cause I made it so convenient
Don't explain yourself, you'll never see

Forgive me...

(Sorry, sorry, sorry)
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
(repeat)

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'forgive me'
I've seen it all before
And I can't take it anymore

I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say you're sorry
(Don't explain yourself cause talk is cheap)
I've heard it all before, And I can take care of myself
(There's more important things than hearing you speak)
I don't wanna hear, I don't wanna know
Please don't say 'forgive me'

I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before
I've heard it all before

Except maybe the five languages in which she introduces her song. <smile>
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Letty
 
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Reply Mon 10 Apr, 2006 06:22 pm
News from the animal kingdom:

Prehistoric Bones Unearthed in Everglades 18 minutes ago



CLEWISTON, Fla. - Prehistoric bones believed to belong to ancient sloths have been discovered by construction crews working on the massive Everglades restoration project.



The bones were found April 1 by workers with the South Florida Water Management District constructing a 2,000-acre storm water treatment area about 50 miles northwest of Miami, district spokesman Roberto Fabricio said Monday.

The plant-eating animals the size of elephants became extinct at least 4,000 years ago.

Scientists from the Florida Museum of Natural History in Gainesville planned to begin excavating the site and collecting the bones on Tuesday.

"It's always possible that something new or a better representation of something rare will show up in these sites," said Russell McCarty, a senior museum paleontologist. "We're always interested to see."

http://www.msu.edu/~nixonjos/armadillo/pics/two-toed_sloth2.jpg


My how you have shrunk!
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