Myhamish Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 2525 by Zager and Evans In the year 2525 If man is still alive. If woman can survive, they may find. In the year 3535 Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies. Everything you think, do and say, is in the pill you took today. In the year 4545 Ain't gonna need your teeth, won't need your eyes. You won't find a thing to chew. Nobody's gonna look at you. In the year 5555 Your arms hanging limp at your sides. Your legs got nothing to do. Some machine doing that for you. In the year 6565 Ain't gonna need no husband, won't need no wife. You'll pick your son, pick your daughter too. From the bottom of a long glass tube. Whoa-oh In the year 7510 If God's a-comin, he oughta make it by then. Maybe he'll look around himself and say. Guess it's time for the judgment day. In the year 8510 God is gonna shake his mighty head. He'll either say.I'm pleased where man has been. Or tear it down and start again. Whoa-oh In the year 9595 I'm kinda wonderin if man is gonna be alive. He's taken everything this old Earth can give. And he ain't put back nothing.Whoa-oh Now it's been ten thousand years Man has cried a billion tears. For what he never knew, now man's reign is through. But through eternal night. The twinkling of starlight. So very far away. Maybe it's only yesterday. In the year 2525 If man is still alive. If woman can survive, they may find. In the year 3535 {fade} ARTIST: Zager and Evans TITLE: In the Year 2525 (back around 1970 or so) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShapeShifter Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Send In The Clowns Streisands Version Isn't it rich, are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss, don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around One who can't move Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns. Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours. Making my entrance again with my usual flair, Sure of my lines; No one is there. Don't you love farce? My fault I fear, I thought that you'd want what I want, Sorry my dear But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Quick send in the clowns What a surprise! Who could foresee I'd come to feel about you What you felt about me? Why only now when I see That you've drifted away? What a surprise... What a cliché... Isn't it rich, isn't it queer Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns Quick send in the clowns Dont bother, they're here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mark1101 Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Gary, You are the man Too bad there isn't a smilie with both glasses and a gray beard. You have all of my favorites covered. The inner deadhead comes out once again. Thanks for typing all of that. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fini Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e My story's infinite Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend But I'm a little glowing friend But really I'm not actually your friend But I am There's a picture opposite me Of my primitive ancestry Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts Bluebird of friendliness Like guardian angels its always near Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul (and while you're at it Keep the nightlight on inside the Birdhouse in your soul) Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it) Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the) Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul) Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it) Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the) Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul) Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
garymd Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 ---------------- On 10/5/2004 7:19:01 AM mark1101 wrote: Gary, You are the man Too bad there isn't a smilie with both glasses and a gray beard. You have all of my favorites covered. The inner deadhead comes out once again. Thanks for typing all of that. ---------------- Mark, Great minds think alike. There are so many to choose from. Hunter is an amazing poet/songwriter. Those were just a few of my favorites also. After posting the lyrics, I had to listen to Blues For Allah on the way to work this morning. If only I could hear Jerry sing Crazy Fingers one more time....... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hwatkins Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 I get a bit nostalgic on this one. For several years I sang this song to my daughter - I believe it was from about 2yr. - 10yr. - most often at bedtime. She still remembers if fondly (as do I) regardless of how bad I sing Little Miss Magic J Buffet Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling<?XML:NAMESPACE PREFIX = O /> The clever little glances she gives me cant help but be appealing She loves to ride in to town with the top down Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin She is my next of kin Chorus: I see a little more of me every day I catch a little more moustache turning gray Your mother is the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be ? Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' oer the broad Savannah I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes Someday shes gonna learn how to dive Oh that I wont deny Chorus: I catch a little more dialogue coming my way I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin astray Your mothers still the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be ? Yes she loves to ride in to town with the top down Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin She is my next of kin Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling Those clever little looks she gives just cant help but be appealing I know someday shell learn to make up her own rhymes One day shes gonna learn how to fly That I wont deny Chorus: I see a little more of me every day I feel a little more moustache turning gray Your mothers still the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be ? Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be ? Little Miss Magic, just cant wait to see Its raining, Its pouring Your old man is snoring Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fini Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Henry, My kids were mostly stuck with me singing either Merle Haggard's "Big City," or James Taylor's "Sweet Baby James." I will tell you one that gets me bawling every time I hear it, is "I Still Can't Say Goodbye" by Chet Atkins. I think I am going to need a moment just typing the title... When I was young my dad would say Come on son let's go out and play Sometimes it seems like yesterday I'd climb upon the closet shelf When I was all by myself Grab his hat and fix the brim Pretending I was him CHORUS No matter how hard I try No matter how many tears I cry No matter how many years go by I still can't say goodbye He always took care of mom and me We cut down a Christmas tree He always had some time for me Wind blows through the trees Streetlights they still shine bright Moon still looks the same? But I miss my dad tonight Stopped by a Salvation Army store Saw a hat like my daddy wore Tried it on when I walked in Still trying to be like him CHORUS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Hardy Posted October 7, 2004 Share Posted October 7, 2004 Actually my favorite Dead song (not necessarily lyric) starts like this... St. Stephen, with a rose In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes, the people all complain... Jack Straw's an awfully good story/song lyric, too. 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... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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