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MORE THOUGHTS ON GOD......

Thu, 15 May 2008 12:11:00 GMT

Dont go to church on sunday
Dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul

(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me

Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied

~TOM WAITS

It Probably Always Will

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 14:07:00 GMT

I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
that keeps the lady of my morning
in a brown earthen pot on the sill
of the window that looks out
across the valley, probably always will

I'll make sure no one is watching me
like ev'ry good and successful thief
and maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
I'll have put an end to this grief
by giving myself a potted plant
and a rainbow, calling it a wreath

she's the energy that runs my day
and the first star out at night
by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
if it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might

in the morning the early summer breezes call
me away from my warm sleeping bed
and fill me up with expectations
of filling this hole in my head
that was left long ago
somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead

she's the energy that runs my day
and the first star out at night
by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
if it takes, ev'ry bit of my might

I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
that keeps the lady of my morning
in a brown earthen pot on the sill
of the window that looks out
across the valley, probably always will

OMD

TIME WARP

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:01:00 GMT

like Houdini in the river with a lock he couldn't see
when you think you hit the bottom then you better find the key
like Custer at the Horn when he turned around and said
"when you think you fin'lly got 'em, you're just as good as dead"

(refrain)
it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin
it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end
it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes
it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise

like Ponce de Leon speakin' Spanish in the swamp
"I was lookin' for a fountain, but it's water that I want"
like Pike at the top and ev'ry other freak
"I was lookin' for a mountain, I took a little peak"

(refrain)

like Buddah at the sermon when he didn't say a word
if you think you hear a flower, it's a flower that you heard
like da Vinci on the roof with his arm in a sling,
"A man's got the power, but a bird's got the wing"

(refrain)

like Vincent Van Gogh when he chopped off his ear,
"I'd like to give her twenty, but I still gotta hear"
like Crockett at the wall lookin' back to Tennessee,
"the livin' costs you plenty, but the dyin's still for free"

I wanna talk about me

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:42:00 GMT

We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me-background singers)

We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me- background singers)
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee (me,me- background singers)
(I wanna talk about me- background singers)mmmm me me me me
(I wanna talk about me- background singers)mmmm me me me me
You you you you you you you you you you you you you

I wanna talk about ME!

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me,-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me,me-background singers)
Oh me!

Little miss cant be wrong....

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 16:31:00 GMT

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of hercules and cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, little miss cant be wrong

Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong
Aint nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong
Whatcha gonna do to get into another one of these rock n roll Songs?

Other peoples thoughts they aint your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and french
You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench

Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong...

I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine

Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong....

~SPIN DOCTORS

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 06:11:00 GMT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas Page

Tweeter and the Monkey Man

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 19:06:00 GMT

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

(REFRAIN):
And the walls came down all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"

The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometime I think of Jan
Sometime I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

(REPEAT REFRAIN)

Helllooooooooo....Daaaarlin!

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 19:36:00 GMT

Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain.
But you don't have to call me darlin'.1 2 3 darlin
You never even called me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore,
Even though you're on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin',.1 2 3 darlin
You never even called me by my name.

Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
(Hello, Hello.)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played.
But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day.

So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standing in the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.1 2 3 darlin
You never even called me by my name.

(spoken:)
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song,
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song.
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the
perfect country and western song because he hadn't said
anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks,
or prison or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and
wrote another verse to this song and he sent it to me and
after reading it I realized that my friend had written the
perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include
it on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison,
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But before I could get to the station in the pick-up truck,
She got runned over by a damned old train.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me.
And I never minded standin' in the rain. Ohhh.
You don't have to call me darlin',1 2 3 darlin You never even called me,
Well I wonder why you don't call me,
Why don't you ever call me by my name?

Eye halve a spelling chequer

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:31:00 GMT

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when I rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checker's Hour
spelling mite decline,
And if we're lacks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flair,
Their are no fault's with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a ware.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped word's fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaw's are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays,
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting too pleas.

Shawn Phillips In Concert

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 14:01:00 GMT

You can't really put his music into a category, however, he does have some songs in traditional styles. One song that is PURE COUNTRY is one of my favorites, and is done here. The title is "Hey Miss Lonely".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9o07MRZ8eM&feature=related

Hey miss lonely, won't you come here soon
Have you been standing on a star-flaked snowdune
Lookin' at the moon
Feelin' pretty funny sayin' what is that?
Hey miss lonely, don't you know, where are you at?

Well now, hey miss lonely, have you been to school?
Have you been learnin' everything that you can
About the golden rule
Teacher tellin' you who you ought to be
Hey miss lonely, don't you know, you ought to be free?

Hey miss lonely, don't you feel so sad?
Things are going by in a blinding flash
It's just a passing fad
Money's quite a problem got to work to see the world
Take a letter here, bring a message there
You start to wonder if anyone cares at all, cares at all

Fade awake thought words, foldaway bed
Redwinged blackbird, fly away Fred
Soaring free and easy high on a stormy sea, my baby
Don't you know that you can come to me
Come my baby, don't you know that you can come to me
Come my baby, don't you know that you can come to

Hey miss flipped-out, don't you ever want to scream and shout?
Telling this sphere about all the wrong there is, my dear
Got to remember that you're part of the day
Hey miss lonely, you can stay, don't go away

Well now, hey miss lonely, don't you feel the pain
I keep spending my cash, and I'm talking this trash
And I think I'm going to miss the train
Even though you're going to Morocco in the Spring
Hey miss lonely, don't forget your king
Will you remember to ring?

Because he's feelin' very lonely
And he's empty again, yeah
He's put you in a big brass bed now, mama
And it's tomorrow then
Got a lot of faith in his love for you be sure
Hey miss lonely, won't you be his cure
Nobody's pure,
Have fun on your tour

I wonder what Mr. Mediocrity is listening to?

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 17:04:00 GMT

Rollin with the flow
Going where the lonely go
Anywhere the lights are low
Going where the lonely go

Making up things to do
Not running in all directions
Trying to find you
I'm rollin with the flow
Going where the lonely go
I've got to keep rollin
I can't lay down

Sleep won't hardly come
When theres loneliness all around
I've got to keep goin
Travling down this lonesome road
I'm rollin with the flow
Goin where the lonely go

~Merle Haggard

WELCOME TO MEDIOCRITY

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 16:02:00 GMT

Entry Word: mediocre

Function: adjective

1) of average to below average quality <your grades are mediocre and barely acceptable>

2) Synonyms: common, fair, indifferent, medium, middling, ordinary, passable, run-of-the-mill, second-rate, so-so

3) Related Words: acceptable, adequate, all right, alright, decent, OK (or okay), reasonable, satisfactory, sufficient, sufficing, tolerable; moderate, modest; presentable, respectable; minimal, unexceptional; fine, good, nice

I'm still looking for you! ~Tracy