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  • #16
    Originally posted by Little Whiskey
    jack, your first post. John Lennon (Imagine) second post simon garfunkel (sound of silience)
    Mine are in the post "subject" line. I admit they're hard to read and find.

    tyler
    Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
    A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
    The mind is its own place, and in it self
    Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

    "Paradise Lost"-John Milton

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    • #17
      Originally posted by Jeffro66
      My post was Tesla--Love Song. Not the whole song just the part of it.. Call me lazy..
      Yeah, now that you mention it, I can hear it.

      And I don't think a requirement is to post the whole song. If you just want to post a memorable piece of the song rattling around in your head, so be it. If you want to post the whole thing, so be it.

      Either way, no worries.

      tyler
      Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
      A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
      The mind is its own place, and in it self
      Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

      "Paradise Lost"-John Milton

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      • #18
        sorry jack, didn't see that. didn't even know about the subject line. i thought you said you didn't know the songs and title of YOUR posts. so i thought i would help out. please forgive me still hopped up on rockstar.

        ---------------

        got another line for you

        "I'd like to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
        and shoot him with my ole 45."

        hank williams jr, country boy can survive

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        • #19
          Thanks for offering to help Whiskey. That will come in hand when I've lost my mind.

          Shouldn't be too far from now.

          tyler
          Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
          A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
          The mind is its own place, and in it self
          Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

          "Paradise Lost"-John Milton

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          • #20
            Whiskey, gin and brandy
            With a glass I'm pretty handy
            I'm trying to walk a straight line
            On sour mash and cheap wine
            So join me for a drink boys
            We're gonna make some real noise

            So dont worry about tomorrow
            Take it today
            Forget about the check
            We'll get hell to pay

            Have a drink on me
            On me

            Dizzy, drunk and fightin
            On tequila white lightnin
            My glass is getting shorter
            On whisky, ice and water
            So come on and have a good time
            And get blinded jout of your mind

            So don't worry about tomorrow
            Take it today
            Forget about the check
            we'll get hell to pay

            Have a drink on me
            Yeah
            Have a drink on me

            Gonna roll around
            Gonna hit the ground
            Take another swing
            Have another drink
            Gonna drink it dry
            Gonna get me high
            Come on all the boys
            Make some noise

            Have a drink ooooon me!
            Formerly known as "Jeffro66".

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            • #21
              In some of my songs i have casually mentioned
              The fact that i like to drink beer
              This little song is more to the point
              Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

              (Chorus
              I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
              I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
              Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
              This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i like beer
              (he likes beer)

              My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
              And i'm wearing a suit and a tie
              She's sipping vermouth and she thinks i'm uncouth
              When i yell as the waiter goes by

              (Chorus)

              Last night i dreamed that i passed from the scene
              And i went to a place so sublime
              Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer
              Then they turned it all into wine

              I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
              I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
              Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
              Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i love beer
              (yes, he likes beer)

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              • #22
                Tom T. Hall am I right?
                Formerly known as "Jeffro66".

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                • #23
                  (Well, if we're gonna do WHiSKEY songs...)

                  Well, the other night I got invited to a party,
                  But I stayed home instead.
                  Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
                  And his brothers Black and Red.

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                  • #24
                    (Or...)

                    Well, I got me a pet up in my penthouse
                    But he never does bother me.
                    He ain't no poodle, no pony
                    Just a little ol' Wild Turkey.

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                    • #25
                      She ain't into wine and roses
                      Beer just makes her turn up her nose
                      And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
                      No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
                      Just ain't enough good burn in taquilla
                      She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
                      She's my little whiskey Girl
                      My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
                      Ah, but I like 'em rough

                      toby keith, whiskey girl

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                      • #26
                        Revolution, by the Beatles, Written by Lennon, McCartney

                        You say you want a revolution
                        Well you know
                        We all want to change the world
                        You tell me that it's evolution
                        Well you know
                        We all want to change the world
                        But when you talk about destruction
                        Don't you know you can count me out

                        Don't you know it's gonna be alright
                        Alright, alright

                        You say you got a real solution
                        Well you know
                        We don't love to see the plan
                        You ask me for a contribution
                        Well you know
                        We're doing what we can
                        But if you want money for people with minds that hate
                        All I can tell you is brother you have to wait

                        Don't you know it's gonna be alright
                        Alright, alright, al...

                        You say you'll change the constitution
                        Well you know
                        We all want to change your head
                        You tell me it's the institution
                        Well you know
                        You better free your mind instead
                        But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao
                        You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow

                        Don't you know know it's gonna be alright
                        Alright, alright

                        Alright, alright
                        Alright, alright
                        Alright, alright
                        Alright, alright

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                        • #27
                          The End, The Beatles, Written by Lennon and McCartney

                          Oh yeah, all right
                          Are you going to be in my dreams
                          Tonight?

                          (Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you
                          Love you, love you)

                          And in the end
                          The love you take
                          Is equal to the love
                          You make

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                          • #28
                            this song is murphy's (from the serial thread) fav. I think its pretty damn funny too
                            ---
                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I had to put her
                            Six feet under
                            And I can still hear her complain

                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I knew I miss her
                            So I had to keep her
                            She's buried right in my back yard

                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            She bitched so much
                            She drove me nuts
                            And now I'm happier this way

                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I used to love her, but I had to kill her
                            I had to put her
                            Six feet under
                            And I can still hear her complain

                            Guns and Roses, Used to love her

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                            • #29
                              Hurt, Nine Inch Nails/Johnny Cash

                              I hurt myself today
                              to see if I still feel
                              I focus on the pain
                              the only thing that's real
                              the needle tears a hole
                              the old familiar sting
                              try to kill it all away
                              but I remember everything
                              what have I become?
                              my sweetest friend
                              everyone I know
                              goes away in the end
                              and you could have it all
                              my empire of dirt

                              I will let you down
                              I will make you hurt

                              I wear this crown of thorns
                              upon my liar's chair
                              full of broken thoughts
                              I cannot repair
                              beneath the stains of time
                              the feelings disappear
                              you are someone else
                              I am still right here

                              what have I become?
                              my sweetest friend
                              everyone I know
                              goes away in the end
                              and you could have it all
                              my empire of dirt

                              I will let you down
                              I will make you hurt

                              if I could start again
                              a million miles away
                              I would keep myself
                              I would find a way

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                              • #30
                                Mercy Seat, Performed by Johnny Cash

                                It all began when they took me from my home
                                And put me on Death Row,
                                A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.

                                I began to warm and chill
                                To objects and their fields,
                                A ragged cup, a twisted mop
                                The face of Jesus in my soup
                                Those sinister dinner deals
                                The meal trolley's wicked wheels
                                A hooked bone rising from my food
                                And all things either good or ungood.

                                And the mercy seat is waiting
                                And I think my head is burning
                                And in a way I'm yearning
                                To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
                                An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
                                And anyway I told the truth
                                And I'm not afraid to die.

                                I hear stories from the chamber
                                Christ was born into a manger
                                And like some ragged stranger
                                He died upon the cross
                                Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
                                He was a carpenter by trade
                                Or at least that's what I'm told

                                My kill hand's tatooed E.V.I.L.
                                Across it's brother's fist
                                That filthy five!
                                They did nothing to challenge or resist.

                                In Heaven His throne is made of gold
                                The ark of his Testament is stowed
                                A throne from which I'm told
                                All history does unfold.
                                It's made of wood and wire
                                And my body is on fire
                                And God is never far away.

                                Into the mercy seat I climb
                                My head is shaved, my head is wired
                                And like a moth that tries
                                To enter the bright eye
                                I go shuffling out of life
                                Just to hide in death awhile
                                And anyway I never lied.

                                And the mercy seat is waiting
                                And I think my head is burning
                                And in a way I'm yearning
                                To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
                                An eye for an eye
                                And a tooth for a tooth
                                And anyway I told the truth
                                And I'm not afraid to die.

                                And the mercy seat is burning
                                And I think my head is glowing
                                And in a way I'm hoping
                                To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
                                An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
                                And anyway there was no proof
                                And I'm not afraid to die.

                                And the mercy seat is glowing
                                And I think my head is smoking
                                And in a way I'm hoping
                                To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
                                A life for a life and a truth for a truth
                                And I've got nothing left to lose
                                And I'm not afraid to die.

                                And the mercy seat is smoking
                                And I think my head is melting
                                And in a way that's helping
                                To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
                                An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
                                And anyway I told the truth
                                But I'm afraid I told a lie.

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