oldtimer Posted May 7, 2015 Share Posted May 7, 2015 I, I am just a numberI hang on to what I gotYou say what you want toI, I, I, I just try to stay alive I put myself togetherPeople say, get away, somebody will turn you inLife, life without surrenderTogetherness ecstasy is what I need I can laugh, but I should cryWhen love and understanding are the ultimate crimes And I said, walk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you thereWalk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you there She says she remembersTime long time agoWe belong togetherI, I, I, I turn up the radio Lies, lies and propagandaI gonna tell you what I needLife, life, without surrenderTogetherness ecstasy is what I need I got yours and you got mineAnd I can swim, but I should fly Let me, walk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you thereWalk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you there Ain't no crime to believeI took my money, I bet my lifeWhat you see is what you getBut it sure ain't what we need, hey Walk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you thereWalk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you there Walk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you thereWalk it down, talk it downOh, oh, oh, sympathy, luxurySomebody will take you there Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 7, 2015 Share Posted May 7, 2015 OH, SATURDAY NIGHTMMM, EVERYONE'S HAVING FUNI'M DOWN AT THE LAUNDROMATTRYING TO GET MY WASHING DONELIKE I DONE BEFORETIME AND TIME AGAINWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDANOTHER WEEK SEES ITS END WATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUND OH, I'VE BEEN WORKING HARDMMM, TRYING TO MAKE SOME MONEY"WOULD YOU LIKE SOUR CREAMON YOUR POTATO, HONEY?"I BEEN KISSING ***TRYING TO KEEP IT CLEANSERVING THE MIDDLE CLASSYEAH, IT'S A CLEAN ROUTINE WATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUND THERE GO THE WHITESMMM, GETTING WHITERTHERE GO THE COLORSGETTING BRIGHTERTHERE GO THE DELICATESTHROUGH THE FINAL RINSETHERE GOES MY SATURDAY NIGHTI GO WITHOUT A FIGHT WATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUNDWATCHING THE CLOTHES GO 'ROUND Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 7, 2015 Share Posted May 7, 2015 What a drag it is getting old"Kids are different today,"I hear ev'ry mother sayMother needs something today to calm her downAnd though she's not really illThere's a little yellow pillShe goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helperAnd it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day"Things are different today,"I hear ev'ry mother sayCooking fresh food for a husband's just a dragSo she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steakAnd goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helperAnd two help her on her way, get her through her busy dayDoctor please, some more of theseOutside the door, she took four moreWhat a drag it is getting old"Men just aren't the same today"I hear ev'ry mother sayThey just don't appreciate that you get tiredThey're so hard to satisfy, You can tranquilize your mindSo go running for the shelter of a mother's little helperAnd four help you through the night, help to minimize your plightDoctor please, some more of theseOutside the door, she took four moreWhat a drag it is getting old"Life's just much too hard today,"I hear ev'ry mother sayThe pusuit of happiness just seems a boreAnd if you take more of those, you will get an overdoseNo more running for the shelter of a mother's little helperThey just helped you on your way, through your busy dying day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 8, 2015 Share Posted May 8, 2015 You've got a lot of nerveTo say you are my friend.When I was down you just stood there grinning.You've got a lot of nerveTo say you've got a helping hand to lend.You just want to be on the side that's winning.You say I let you down,You know it's not like that.If you're so hurt, why then don't you show it?You say you've lost your faith,But that's not where it's at.You have no faith to lose, and you know it.I know the reason thatYou talk behind my back.I used to be among the crowd you're in with.Do you take me for such a foolTo think I'd make contactWith the one who tries to hide what he don't know to begin with?You see me on the street.You always act surprised.You say, how are you, good luck, but you don't mean it.When you know as well as me,You'd rather see me paralyzedWhy don't you just come out once and scream it!Now don't I feel that goodWhen I see the heartaches you embraceIf I were a master thief perhaps I'd rob them.And though I know you're dissatisfiedWith your position and your place,Don't you understand, it's not my problem.I wish that for just one time,You could stand inside my shoes,And just for that one moment I could be you.Yes, I wish that for just one timeYou could stand inside my shoes,You'd know what a drag it is to see you. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 8, 2015 Share Posted May 8, 2015 II will be kingAnd youYou will be queenThough nothing willDrive them awayWe can beat themJust for one dayWe can be HeroesJust for one dayAnd youYou can be meanAnd II'll drink all the time'Cause we're loversAnd that is a factYes we're loversAnd that is thatThough nothingWill keep us togetherWe could steal timeJust for one dayWe can be HeroesFor ever and everWhat d'you sayII wish you could swimLike the dolphinsLike dolphins can swimThough nothingWill keep us togetherWe can beat themFor ever and everOh we can be HeroesJust for one dayII will be kingAnd youYou will be queenThough nothingWill drive them awayWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be usJust for one dayII can rememberStandingBy the wallAnd the gunsShot above our headsAnd we kissedAs though nothing could fallAnd the shameWas on the other sideOh we can beat themFor ever and everThen we can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be HeroesWe can be HeroesWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be HeroesWe're nothingAnd nothing will help usMaybe we're lyingThen you better not stayBut we could be saferJust for one day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 8, 2015 Share Posted May 8, 2015 You know the day destroys the nightNight divides the dayTried to runTried to hideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other side, yeahWe chased our pleasures hereDug our treasures thereBut can you still recallThe time we criedBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other sideYeah!see'mon, yeahEverybody loves my babyEverybody loves my babyShe get(s high)She get(s high)She get(s high)She get(s high)I found an island in your armsCountry in your eyesArms that chainEyes that lieBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through, oww!Oh, yeah!Made the sceneWeek to weekDay to dayHour to hourThe gate is straightDeep and wideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on through to the other sideBreak on throughBreak on throughBreak on throughBreak on throughYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 8, 2015 Share Posted May 8, 2015 Please allow me to introduce myselfI'm a man of wealth and tasteI've been around for a long, long yearStole many a man's soul to waste And I was 'round when Jesus ChristHad his moment of doubt and painMade damn sure that PilateWashed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet youHope you guess my nameBut what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game I stuck around St. PetersburgWhen I saw it was a time for a changeKilled the czar and his ministersAnastasia screamed in vain I rode a tankHeld a general's rankWhen the blitzkrieg ragedAnd the bodies stank Pleased to meet youHope you guess my name, oh yeahAh, what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, oh yeah(Woo woo, woo woo) I watched with gleeWhile your kings and queensFought for ten decadesFor the gods they made(Woo woo, woo woo) I shouted out,Who killed the Kennedys?When after allIt was you and me(Who who, who who) Let me please introduce myselfI'm a man of wealth and tasteAnd I laid traps for troubadoursWho get killed before they reached Bombay(Woo woo, who who) Pleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, oh yeah(Who who)But what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby(Who who, who who) Pleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, oh yeahBut what's confusing youIs just the nature of my game(Woo woo, who who) Just as every cop is a criminalAnd all the sinners saintsAs heads is tailsJust call me Lucifer'Cause I'm in need of some restraint(Who who, who who) So if you meet meHave some courtesyHave some sympathy, and some taste(Woo woo)Use all your well-learned politesseOr I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah(Woo woo, woo woo) Pleased to meet youHope you guessed my name, mm yeah(Who who)But what's puzzling youIs the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down(Woo woo, woo woo) Woo, whoOh yeah, get on downOh yeahOh yeah!(Woo woo) Tell me baby, what's my nameTell me honey, can ya guess my nameTell me baby, what's my nameI tell you one time, you're to blame Oh, whoWoo, wooWoo, whoWoo, wooWoo, who, whoWoo, who, whoOh, yeah What's my nameTell me, baby, what's my nameTell me, sweetie, what's my name Woo, who, whoWoo, who, whoWoo, who, whoWoo, who, whoWoo, who, whoWoo, who, whoOh, yeahWoo wooWoo woo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 8, 2015 Share Posted May 8, 2015 Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mindpeople think I'm insane because I am frowning all the timeAll day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfyThink I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacifyCan you help me occupy my brain?Oh yeahI need someone to show me the things in life that I can't findI can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blindMake a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cryHappiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unrealAnd so as you hear these words telling you now of my stateI tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 Get them outAh Watch out, you might get what you're afterCool baby, strange but not a strangerI'm an ordinary guyBurning down the house Hold tight, wait 'til the party's overHold tight, we're in for nasty weatherThere has got to be a wayBurning down the house Here's your ticket, pack your bagsTime for jumpin' overboardTransportation is hereClose enough but not too far,Maybe you know where you areFightin' fire with fire, huah All wet, hey you might need a raincoatShakedown, dreams walking in broad daylightThree hundred, sixty five degreesBurning down the house It was once upon a place sometimes, I listen to myselfGonna come in first placePeople on their way to work say baby what did you expectGonna burst into flameGo ahead Burning down the houseMy house, is out of the ordinaryThat's right, don't want to hurt nobodySome things, sure can sweep me off my feetBurning down the house No visible means of support and you have not seen nothin' yetEverything's stuck togetherI don't know what you expect staring into the TV setFightin' fire with fire, huah YeaBurning down the houseBurning down the houseBurning down the house Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 And did those feet in ancient time,Walk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy lamb of godOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the countenance divine,Shine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong these dark satanic mills?Bring me my bow of burning gold!Bring me my arrows of desire!Bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!I will not cease from mental fight,Nor shall my sword sleep in my handTil we have built JerusalemIn England's green and pleasant land 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 Ah keep your eyes on the road,Your hands upon the wheel.Keep your eyes on the roadYour hands upon the wheel.Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,Gonna have a real good-time.Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,They've got some bungalows.Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,They've got some bungalows.They dance for the peopleWho like to go down slow.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, all night long.Do it, Robby, do it!You gotta roll, roll, roll,You gotta thrill my soul, alright.Roll, roll, roll, roll-aThrill my soul.Ashen-Lady.Ashen-Lady.Give up your vows.Give up your vows.Save our city.Save our city.Ah, right now.Well, I woke up this morningAnd I got myself a beer.Well, I woke up this morningAnd I got myself a beer.The future's uncertainAnd the end is always near.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, baby, roll.Let it roll, all night long Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
anarchist Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 (edited) Your life's been wastedYou'll die forsakenYou act like the world's on your shouldersbut it's not there so you fake itDo you embrace itHow do you take itI'll never feel the way that you feelI'd rather f****** break itBurn mf****r burn mf****er burnYou try but you can't reach meBurn mf****r burn mf****r burnThere is nothing you can't teach meIn hellmf****r burn mf****r burnI swear you're out to get meBurn mf****r burn mf****r burnI'd live but you won't let meBurn mf****r burn mf****r burnBurn mf****r burn mf****r burnBurn mf****r burn mf****r burn Edited May 9, 2015 by Autarchist Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 The mystery man came overAnd he said "I'm outta sight!"He said for a nominal service chargeI could reach nirvana tonightIf I was ready, willing and ableTo pay him his regular feeHe would drop all the rest ofHis pressing affairs and devoteHis attention to meBut I said "Look here brotherwho you jiving with that cosmik debris?Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?Look here brother, don't waste your time on me"The mystery man got nervousAnd he fidget around a bitHe reached in the pocket of his mystery robeAnd he whipped out a shaving kitNow I thought it was a razorAnd a can of foaming gooBut he told me right then when the top popped openThere was nothin' his box won't doWith the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand WazooHe said "You might not believe this, little fellaBut it'll cure your asthma too"And I said "Look here brotherWho you jiving with that cosmik debris?Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?Look here brother, don't waste your time on me"*(Don't waste your time)*"I've got troubles of my own", I said"And you can't help me outSo, take your meditations and your preparationsAnd ram it up your snout!""But I got the crystal ball", he saidAnd held it to the lighSo I snatched it, all away from himAnd I showed him how to do it rightI wrapped a newspaper 'round my headSo I looked like I was deepI said some mumbo-jumbo, thenI told him he was going to sleepI robbed his rings and pocketwatchAnd everything else I foundI had that sucker hypnotizedHe couldn't even make a soundI proceeded to tell him his future, thenAs long as he was hanging aroundI said "The price of meat has just gone upAnd your old lady has just gone down!"And I said "Look here brother-who youJiving with that cosmik debris?Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?So, don't waste your time on me"Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me*(Shante)* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mike stehr Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 (edited) Congratulations … now you're entitled to a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth and Bob Dylan’s new unlisted phone number. Anyone know what i’m talking about? Wouldn't you want a baby's arm holding an apple? Edited May 9, 2015 by mike stehr Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 How about a human head? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mike stehr Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 Quay Lewd Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fjd Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 I got a call on a rainy MondayBusiness was uneasySo I flipped open a fresh packet of cigarettesAnd considered the situationWas her daddy bad?Was it bullets for my baby?But there's one thing bothering meWho was the man in the jar?The fog drifted down over the riverI turned up the collar of my coatI gotta get over there fast, fast, fastCall me a cab, call me a cabI entered the studyThrough the French windowsThere on the floor was all that was leftOf the man with no faceCrazy, was the name of the caseOf the man with no faceThe man in the jarDaisy, was the name of the dameWith the fabulous frameThe man in the jarBrother, I'm telling a taleOf a beautiful frailWhose daddy was badBuddy, don't give me no jiveJust staying aliveThe man in the jar, The man in the jarHe wanna get out, he wanna get outSmashin' the glass, smashin' the glassSmashin' the glass, the man in the jarI knew this was the grand finale'Cause Hot City was too hot for DaisyThat was the name of the frail who ended in jailLeaving me as a patsyHoney take my gunSixteen guys entered the elevator at the same timeThat can only mean thatI must be the man in the jarHot shot, give me the phoneThen leave me aloneI'm like the man in the jarSister, you got me all wrongI'm stringing alongWith the man in the jarZaba, zaba, zaba, da, ba, baba, da, za, zaba, da, baZaba, zaba, zaba, da, ba, baba, da, za, zaba, da, baThe man in the jar, the man in the jarHe wanna get out, he wanna get outHe's smashin' the glass, he's smashin' the glassHe's smashin' the glass, the man in the jar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldtimer Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so goodThey’ll stone ya just a-like they said they wouldThey’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go homeThen they’ll stone ya when you’re there all aloneBut I would not feel so all aloneEverybody must get stoned Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ ’long the streetThey’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to keep your seatThey’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ on the floorThey’ll stone ya when you’re walkin’ to the doorBut I would not feel so all aloneEverybody must get stoned They’ll stone ya when you’re at the breakfast tableThey’ll stone ya when you are young and ableThey’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to make a buckThey’ll stone ya and then they’ll say, “good luck”Tell ya what, I would not feel so all aloneEverybody must get stoned Well, they’ll stone you and say that it’s the endThen they’ll stone you and then they’ll come back againThey’ll stone you when you’re riding in your carThey’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitarYes, but I would not feel so all aloneEverybody must get stoned Well, they’ll stone you when you walk all aloneThey’ll stone you when you are walking homeThey’ll stone you and then say you are braveThey’ll stone you when you are set down in your graveBut I would not feel so all aloneEverybody must get stoned Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fjd Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 I'm walking down the street mindin' my own affairWhen two policemen grabbed me and I'm unawareThey said "Is your name Alexander?" and I said "Well, why, sure!"They said "You're the man we've been looking for."But I was framedFramedI never did nothingBut I was framedThe cops took me to a little room where the bright lights shineThere was ten poor souls like me standin' in that lineI knew I was the victim of somebody's evil planWhen a stool pigeon looked at me an' he said "that's your man!"But I was framedFramedFramedI never did nothingBut I was framedFramedFramedThen the public prosecutor started prosecutin' meThat man wanted to find what was my pedigreeHe said "Where was you on the third of June 1963?"And then them cats with rubber hoses started givin' me the third degreeBut I was framedI never did nothingBut I was framedFramedFramedFramedFramedFramed, I was framedFramedFramedFramed, I was framedFramed, I was framedFramedFramedFramedI never did nothingBut I was framed Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fjd Posted May 9, 2015 Share Posted May 9, 2015 What do you want from life?To kidnap an heiressOr threaten her with a knife?What do you want from life?To get cable TVAnd watch it every nightThere you sit, a lump in your chairWhere do you sleepAnd what do you wearWhen you're sleepin'?What do you want from life?An Indian guruTo show you the inner lightWhat do you want from life?A meaningless love affairWith a girl that you met tonightHow can you tell when you're doin' alright?Does your bank account swellWhile you're dreamin' at night?How do know when you're really in love?Do violins play when you're touching the oneThat you're lovin'? ohWhat do you want from life?What do you want from life?Someone to loveAnd somebody you can trustWhat do you want from life?What do you want from life?To try and be happyWhile you do the nasty things you mustWhat do you want from life?What do you want from life?What do you want from life?What do you want from life?Well, you can't have thatBut if you're an American citizen, you are entitled toA heated kidney shaped pool, a microwave ovenDon't watch the food cookA Dyna-Gym, I'll personally demonstrate itIn the privacy of your own homeA king size Titanic unsinkableMolly Brown water bed with polybendumA foolproof plan and an airtight alibiReal simulated Indian jewelryA Gucci shoetree, a year's supply of antibioticsA personally autographed picture of Randy MantoothAnd Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone numberA beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stickRosemary's babyA dream date in kneepads with Paul WilliamsA new Matador, a new mastodon, a MaverickA Mustang, a Montego, a Merc MontclairA Mark IV, a meteor, a Mercedes, an MGOr a Malibu, a Mort Moriarty, a MaseratiA Mac truck, a Mazda, a new Monza, or a mopedA Winnebago, hell, a herd of WinnebagosWe're giving 'em awayOr how about a McCulloch chainsawA Las Vegas wedding, a Mexican divorceA solid gold Kama Sutra coffee potOr a baby's arm holding an apple? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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