Topic: Last to post wins! - part 34 | |
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Good morning (((((((((Jay))))))))))
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![]() ![]() good morning (((Jay)))... Pssssssssssst... as you know, it wasn't your work that upset me. It was your choice not to keep in touch. I'm not a mind reader and I am sorry a 5 minute phone call or a couple lines dropped in an email or on yahoo was asking too much of you. I wish you well Jay and hope nothing but the best for you. ![]() |
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good morning ((((((((((((Cindy)))))))))))
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(((((((Suz
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Nice. Very nice.
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![]() I miss what could have been... ...and I have a feeling it could have been GREAT! Guess it wasn't meant to be. |
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Mornin'
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You said
I cannot get there from here, baby And I dont care where Im goin Heres to your thin red line Im stepping over Thought youd never miss me til I got a fat city address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Blue eyed murder in a size 5 dress Change, nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running No, I dont ask for permission This is my chance to fly Maybe enough aint enough for you But its my turn to try Thought youd never miss me til I got a fat city address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Blue-eyed murder in a side-swiped dress Change, nothing stays the same Unchained, and ya hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, nothing stays the same Unchained, and ya hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Take a look at this! Hey, man, that suit is you! Youll get some leg tonight for sure! Tell us how you do! (come on, dave, give me a break.) Hey, hey, hey, hey, one break coming up! Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running |
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throught I was in the wrong room for a minute
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Just got back from the downtown palais
Where the music was so sweet It knocked me right back in the alley Im ready, yea, yea, yea, Im ready, Wo, wo, wo, Im ready And Im really gonna rock tonight. Sweet little lady sings like a songbird And she sings the opera like you aint never heard, But she aint ready, No, no, no, she aint ready No, no, no, she aint ready, And she aint gonna rock & roll Chorus Shes sweet on wagner, I think shed die for beethoven, She loves the way puccini lays down a tune, And verdis always creeping from her room Come on Ill show you how to sing the blues Now baby, come on over you got nothin to lose, Are you ready, hey, hey, hey are you ready Ooh, ooh, ooh, are you ready I wanna show you how to rock and roll. Now listen here baby she, said to me Just, meet me at the opera house at a quarter to three, cos Im ready, yea, yea, yea, Im ready, Woo, hoo, hoo, Im ready, Im gonna show you how to sing the blues. Chorus -- repeat Far, far away the music is playing. Well we were reelin and a rockin all through the night, Yea we were rockin at the opera house until the break of light, And the orchestra were playin all chuck berrys greatest tunes. And the singers in the chorus all got off on singing blues, And as the night grew older everybody was as one, The people on the streets came runnin in to join in song Just to hear the opera singer singin rock & roll so pure, I thought I saw the mayor there but I wasnt really sure, But its alright. |
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(hey man) oh leave me alone you know
(hey man) oh henry, get off the phone, I gotta (hey man) I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place (hey man) my schooldays insane (hey man) my works down the drain (hey man) well shes a total blam-blam She said she had to squeeze it but she..and then she.. Oh dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket Im back from suffragette city Oh dont lean on me man Cause you aint got time to check it You know my suffragette city Is outta sight...shes all right (hey man) ah henry, dont be unkind, go away (hey man) I cant take you this time, no way (hey man) droogie dont crash here Theres only room for one and here she comes, here she comes Oh dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket Im back on suffragette city Oh dont lean on me man Cause you aint got time to check it You know my suffragette city Is outta sight...shes all right Oh hit me! Oh dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket Im back from suffragette city Oh dont lean on me man Cause you aint got time to check it You know my suffragette city Dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket Im back from suffragette city Oh dont lean on me man Cause you aint got time to check it You know my suffragette city Is outta sight...shes all right A suffragette city, a suffragette city Im back on suffragette city, Im back on suffragette city Ooo, sufraggete city, ooo, suffragette city Oooh-how, sufragette city, oooh-how, sufragette, Ohhh, wham bam thank you maam! A suffragette city, a suffragette city Quite all right A suffragette city Too fine A suffragette city, ooh, a sufragette city Oh, my sufragette city, oh my suffragette city Oh, suffragette Suffragette! |
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Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground control to major tom Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition and may gods love be with you Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, Four, three, two, one, liftoff This is ground control to major tom Youve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare This is major tom to ground control Im stepping through the door And Im floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet earth is blue And theres nothing I can do Though Im past one hundred thousand miles Im feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell me wife I love her very much she knows Ground control to major tom Your circuits dead, theres something wrong Can you hear me, major tom? Can you hear me, major tom? Can you hear me, major tom? Can you.... Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the moon Planet earth is blue And theres nothing I can do. |
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Jay, you serenading us today?
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Aint found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat Seems every path leads me to nowhere Wife and kids household pet Army green was no safe bet The bullets scream to me from somewhere Here they come to snuff the rooster Yeah here come the rooster, yeah You know he aint gonna die No, no, no, ya know he aint gonna die Walkin tall machine gun man They spit on me in my home land Gloria sent me pictures of my boy Got my pills gainst mosquito death My buddys breathin his dyin breath Oh God please wont you help me make it through Here they come to snuff the rooster Yeah here come the rooster, yeah You know he aint gonna die No, no, no ya know he aint gonna die |
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Jay, you serenading us today? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Just sharing what I have playing |
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My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm, before the motor law And on sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine --- For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining car A brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished time I fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... Wind in my hair --- Shifting and drifting --- Mechanical music --- Adrenalin surge --- Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, Ive got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside... |
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