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Joined: 06-30-2010
Posts: 25,739
From: Kannapolis NC
Rapid Roy - Jim Croce
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He’s the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin’ shine outta alabam’
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin’ from the man
In oklahoma city
With a 500 gallon tank
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
And sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Yeah roy so cool
That racin’ fool he don’t know what fear’s about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin’ at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of dixie dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear ’em screamin’
For that dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He’s the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin’ shine outta alabam’
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin’ from the man
In oklahoma city
With a 500 gallon tank
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
And sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Yeah roy so cool
That racin’ fool he don’t know what fear’s about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin’ at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of dixie dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear ’em screamin’
For that dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 chevrolet
Senior Member
Joined: 11-19-2010
Posts: 620
From: Springfield, Oregon
All I Really Want To Do
I aint lookin to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you.
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
No, and I aint lookin to fight with you,
frighten you or uptighten you,
drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I aint lookin to block you up,
shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I aint lookin to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you.
Deny, defy or crucify you
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
No, and I aint lookin to fight with you,
frighten you or uptighten you,
drag you down or drain you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
I aint lookin to block you up,
shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.
j/k
And Mogli - I've still got your albums. Hope to be sending them out soon.....
Senior Member
Joined: 06-09-2009
Posts: 2,953
From: Clinton, Mass
The Other One by The Grateful Dead circa 1968
When I woke up this morning, my head was not in sight
I would ask the walls about it, but they vanished overnight
I could not think to spell my name, or fly there was no way
and the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day
I was skipping through the lilly fields, when I came across an empty space
it quivered and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
the bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
there was Cowboy Neal, at the wheel, of a bus to never-ever land
When I woke up this morning, my head was not in sight
I would ask the walls about it, but they vanished overnight
I could not think to spell my name, or fly there was no way
and the heat came round and busted me for smiling on a cloudy day
I was skipping through the lilly fields, when I came across an empty space
it quivered and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
the bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
there was Cowboy Neal, at the wheel, of a bus to never-ever land
Deceased
Joined: 06-30-2010
Posts: 25,739
From: Kannapolis NC
Crackerbox Palace - George Harrison
I was so young when I was born
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting you
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
While growing up or trying to
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said
While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what the rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part of life
And standing in between them all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the Lord is well and inside of you
My eyes could not yet see
And by the time of my first dawn
Somebody holding me . . . they said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting you
You bring such joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
While growing up or trying to
Not knowing where to start
I looked around for someone who
May help reveal my heart - someone said
While you're a part of Cracerbox Palace
Do what the rest all do
Or face the fact that Crackerbox Palace
May have no other choice than to deport you
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
We've been expecting you
You bring us joy in Crackerbox Palace
No matter where you roam know our love is true
Sometimes are good . . . sometimes are bad
That's all a part of life
And standing in between them all
I met a Mr. Grief - and he said
I welcome you to Crackerbox Palace
Was not expecting you
Let's rap and tap at Crackerbox Palace
Know that the Lord is well and inside of you
Senior Member
Joined: 03-22-2010
Posts: 2,108
From: Russia Ekaterinburg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fE2id...eature=related
The Kulikov Field
High feather-grass on the Kulikov Field -
As if to us is paved with carpet for the eternal sleep ...
Leaving his father's house, we gave the word:
It is better to meet death in battle than bear the shame.
Soon the Field of calm will be a Field of battle,
Soon the night will go off and taking the fog,
Soon the spears will sound in the aliens camp,
And the Slav Flag rises to the sky!
Russian patience exhausted before the end!
brothers, stand in full growth on the native land!
Not the first time take the baptism with battle
And we rise from the ashes, too, not the first time!
Our weakness, our hostility in the past remains
The path of strife and resentment, we leave behind! ..
Lord, save us from the internecine strife in the future
Because the overall Homeland was given to us forever.
a sharp sword and a winged horse will assist,
Do not be sad about anything in this happy hour:
With us - God, behind us - Russia, our cause - holy!
Who will survive, he will remember us!
The Kulikov Field
High feather-grass on the Kulikov Field -
As if to us is paved with carpet for the eternal sleep ...
Leaving his father's house, we gave the word:
It is better to meet death in battle than bear the shame.
Soon the Field of calm will be a Field of battle,
Soon the night will go off and taking the fog,
Soon the spears will sound in the aliens camp,
And the Slav Flag rises to the sky!
Russian patience exhausted before the end!
brothers, stand in full growth on the native land!
Not the first time take the baptism with battle
And we rise from the ashes, too, not the first time!
Our weakness, our hostility in the past remains
The path of strife and resentment, we leave behind! ..
Lord, save us from the internecine strife in the future
Because the overall Homeland was given to us forever.
a sharp sword and a winged horse will assist,
Do not be sad about anything in this happy hour:
With us - God, behind us - Russia, our cause - holy!
Who will survive, he will remember us!
Deceased
Joined: 06-30-2010
Posts: 25,739
From: Kannapolis NC
Amazing Grace - John Newton
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.
For my friend Lewis K. English Sr. 8/3/1918 - 2/3/2012
Rest In Peace Lew.
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.
For my friend Lewis K. English Sr. 8/3/1918 - 2/3/2012
Rest In Peace Lew.
Senior Member
Joined: 03-22-2010
Posts: 2,108
From: Russia Ekaterinburg
words are not fully understood for me, but the general mood is as clear as daylight.
cool song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mvexn-UWqq8
cool song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mvexn-UWqq8
Senior Member
Joined: 06-26-2006
Posts: 1,876
From: San Bernardino, California
Selfish Gene - Walter Becker
Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere
Here's a pretty lovebud for your hair
Itty bitty girl sippin' Grenadine
Look who's talking to Selfish Gene
There's a place way down in Brentwood
Out to Georgio's we all g'wine
The maître 'd's gonna take care of everything
He's a personal friend of mine
What a prize you are
Honey don't you scratch my new car
Selfish Gene he's one in a million
A safe harbor in every storm
Many call but few are chosen
Hey pretty baby let's have a little fun
The Pinot is flowing and the night's still young
Over and above and behind and between
Make a little party for Selfish Gene
Steady girl let me grab on your wig hat
Down in the corncrib we shall go
No brains no regrets no worries
Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho
Kundalini now!
Baby let me show you how
Selfish Gene don't lick no Manolos
He don't argue - he don't ask twice
Selfish Gene don't serve two masters
Why must every time I turn my ship around
Some bastard come and knock my skyline down
I guess that's everything I suppose
The playdate's over and the case is closed
Tell me momma that I didn't do right
To have a little something on Amateur Night
I feel sure that we'll meet again sometime
Don't see why and I don't know when
Maybe I'll catch you down at the daily
If you haven't moved on by then
Take a dollar from the drawer
Daddy's got a whole lot more
Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure
This is his house and that's your cab
You need a hug - now don't be bashful
Do yourself and your friend a favor
You don't bargain with Selfish Gene
Selfish Gene don't take no prisoners
Here's a pretty lovebud for your hair
Itty bitty girl sippin' Grenadine
Look who's talking to Selfish Gene
There's a place way down in Brentwood
Out to Georgio's we all g'wine
The maître 'd's gonna take care of everything
He's a personal friend of mine
What a prize you are
Honey don't you scratch my new car
Selfish Gene he's one in a million
A safe harbor in every storm
Many call but few are chosen
Hey pretty baby let's have a little fun
The Pinot is flowing and the night's still young
Over and above and behind and between
Make a little party for Selfish Gene
Steady girl let me grab on your wig hat
Down in the corncrib we shall go
No brains no regrets no worries
Hidey hi hidey hey hidey ho
Kundalini now!
Baby let me show you how
Selfish Gene don't lick no Manolos
He don't argue - he don't ask twice
Selfish Gene don't serve two masters
Why must every time I turn my ship around
Some bastard come and knock my skyline down
I guess that's everything I suppose
The playdate's over and the case is closed
Tell me momma that I didn't do right
To have a little something on Amateur Night
I feel sure that we'll meet again sometime
Don't see why and I don't know when
Maybe I'll catch you down at the daily
If you haven't moved on by then
Take a dollar from the drawer
Daddy's got a whole lot more
Selfish Gene needs clarity and closure
This is his house and that's your cab
You need a hug - now don't be bashful
Do yourself and your friend a favor
You don't bargain with Selfish Gene
Selfish Gene don't take no prisoners
Senior Member
Joined: 06-26-2006
Posts: 1,876
From: San Bernardino, California
Shattered - The Rolling Stones
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
My lover's never charming
Life's just a c0cktail party on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
schmatta, schmatta, schmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered.
Shattered
Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
My lover's never charming
Life's just a c0cktail party on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
schmatta, schmatta, schmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered.
Shattered
Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter
Senior Member
Joined: 06-09-2009
Posts: 2,953
From: Clinton, Mass
Jack Straw
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Bob Weir
First performance: Grateful Dead - October 19, 1971, at University of Minnesota, Minneapolis
We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
'Cause we done shared all of mine
Keep a rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Now ain't that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all
Not with all...
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta get to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
And one small point of pride...
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Keep him from the sun
Ain't no bed will give us rest, man,
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And layed his body down
Half a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women
we can share the wine...
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Bob Weir
First performance: Grateful Dead - October 19, 1971, at University of Minnesota, Minneapolis
We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
'Cause we done shared all of mine
Keep a rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in change
Now ain't that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
One's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
Now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in this game
Who don't go home with all
Not with all...
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Santa Fe
Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta get to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Got to settle one old score
And one small point of pride...
Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon
Keep him from the sun
Ain't no bed will give us rest, man,
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And layed his body down
Half a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women
we can share the wine...