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  • Originally posted by Iron Mike
    Here's a blast from my checkered past:

    Appetite--Prefab Sprout


    Please be careful is never careful
    Till it hears the gun
    She will always pay the bills
    For they're having big fun
    He talks so well, what can you do,
    It's pretty plain he means it too
    I don't want to sell you lines,
    I only mean to do you right
    But I'm a simple slave of appetite,
    I'm a poor slave of appetite

    Hunger howls, hunger's red,
    Hungers stays till it's fed
    Then it some how fades,
    Then it somehow leaves your sight
    Depending on it's appetite,
    Depending on your appetite

    So if you take - Then put back good
    If you steal - be Robin Hood
    If your eyes are wanting all you see
    Then I think I'll name you after me
    I think I'll call you appetite

    Here she is with two small problems
    And the best part of the blame
    Wishes she could call him heartache
    But it's not a boy's name

    If you grow up to be, just like him, just like me
    You're fighting for exclusive rights,
    For honeymoons each sleepless night
    In which case I'll call you appetite
    Yes I think I'll call you appetite

    So if you take - Then put back good
    If you steal - be Robin Hood
    If your eyes are wanting all you see
    Then I think I'll name you after me
    I think I'll call you appetite

    So if you take - Then put back good
    If you steal - be Robin Hood
    If your eyes are wanting all you see
    Then I think I'll name you after me
    I think I'll call you appetite

    Then I think I'll name you after me
    I think I'll call you appetite
    Cause you'll never find Atlantis
    Til you make that someone me

    One of the all-time, criminally unknown in america bands.

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    • Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

      So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
      blue skies from pain.
      Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
      A smile from a veil?
      Do you think you can tell?
      And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
      Hot ashes for trees?
      Hot air for a cool breeze?
      Cold comfort for change?
      And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
      How I wish, how I wish you were here.
      We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
      Running over the same old ground.
      What have we found? The same old fears.
      Wish you were here.

      Best son ever (IMO)

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      • badgepack, I see that you are relatively new to Packerrats (well by post count anyway). btw welcome, its nice to have new blood here. I'm going to guess that you haven't read all 6 pages this thread either (well, i wouldn't have), but earlier in this thread we talked not only posting some memorable lyrics, but also posting why they are memorable to you. so why is "wish you were here" the greatest song, and why do these lyrics speak to you.

        I would agree with you, even this old redneck enjoys Floyd. just some great mellow music. something you can sitback, kick back and smoke a fat ass j.......well i've never inhaled

        great to have you on board.

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        • Little Whiskey,

          Thanks for the welcome,

          (just some great mellow music. something you can sitback, kick back and smoke a fat ass j.......,) I can't describe it any better than that.

          Check out Sparklehorse's cover of this song,

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          • I'm going to see John Prine in Madison tonight, so I thought I'd post the first song that made me notice John Prine. It's still one of his best:




            Hello in There
            (John Prine)

            We had an apartment in the city
            And me and Loretta liked living there
            It'd been years since the kids had grown
            A life of their own
            And left us alone
            John and Linda live in Omaha
            And Joe is somewhere on the road
            We lost Davy in the Korean War
            I still don't know what for
            Don't matter anymore

            cho: Ya know, that old trees just grow stronger
            And old rivers grow wilder everyday
            Old people just grow lonesome
            Waiting for someone to say
            Hello in there
            Hello

            Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
            She sits and stares thru the back door screen
            And all the news just repeats itself
            Like some forgotten dream
            That we've both seen
            Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
            We worked together at the factory
            But what could I say when he asks "What's new?"?
            Nothing, what's with you?
            Nothing much to do

            So if you're walking down the street sometime
            And spot some hollow ancient eyes
            Please don't just pass'em by and stare
            As if you didn't care
            Say hello in there
            Hello
            I can't run no more
            With that lawless crowd
            While the killers in high places
            Say their prayers out loud
            But they've summoned, they've summoned up
            A thundercloud
            They're going to hear from me - Leonard Cohen

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            • here is a song for tank. in the other thread when i told you that country music is about life, well here is an example. granted you might never get to do this but might have experienced it with others.

              I always heard that his herb was top shelf
              I just could not wait to find out for myself
              Don't knock it til' you tried it, Well I tried it my friend
              And I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

              I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town
              He fired up a fat boy and passed him around
              The last words that I spoke before they tucked me in
              Was I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

              I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
              My parties all over before it begins
              You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
              But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

              I hopped on his old bus, the Honey Suckle Rose
              The party was Vegas it was after the show.
              Alone in the front lounge with just me and him,
              With one parting puff grim creeper set in.

              I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
              My parties all over before it begins
              You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
              But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

              Now we're passing the guitar and telling good jokes
              I know ones a-comin' cause I'm smelling smoke
              No I do not partake, I just let it pass by
              With a smile on my face and a great contact high

              I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
              My parties all over before it begins
              You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
              But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again

              In the fetal position with drool on my chin
              I messed up and smoked weed with Willie again

              "Weed with Willie"
              Toby Keith/Scott Emerick

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              • Originally posted by route25
                I'm going to see John Prine in Madison tonight, so I thought I'd post the first song that made me notice John Prine. It's still one of his best:
                Cool. Sorry I lost track of this thread. You'll have to let me know he it was. I haven't followed Prine since I was a youngster in the 80s, so I don't know any of his new stuff.
                "There's a lot of interest in the draft. It's great. But quite frankly, most of the people that are commenting on it don't know anything about what they are talking about."--Ted Thompson

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                • My favorite line is from Bjork's "Alarm Call": I'm no fu*king buddhist, but this is enligtenment.
                  --CSMTO

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                  • 'Lookin' for a Leader'
                    by Neil Young

                    Lookin' for a leader
                    To bring our country home
                    Re-unite the red white and blue
                    Before it turns to stone

                    Lookin' for somebody
                    Young enough to take it on
                    Clean up the corruption
                    And make the country strong

                    Walkin' among our people
                    There's someone who's straight and strong
                    To lead us from desolation
                    And a broken world gone wrong

                    Someone walks among us
                    And I hope he hears the call
                    And maybe it's a woman
                    Or a black man after all

                    Yeah maybe it's Obama
                    But he thinks that he's too young
                    Maybe it's Colin Powell
                    To right what he's done wrong

                    America has a leader
                    But he's not in the house
                    He's walking here among us
                    And we've got to seek him out

                    Yeah we've got our election
                    But corruption has a chance
                    We got to have a clean win
                    To regain confidence

                    America is beautiful
                    But she has an ugly side
                    We're lookin' for a leader
                    In this country far and wide
                    We're lookin' for a leader
                    With the great spirit on his side

                    Someone walks among us
                    And I hope he hears the call
                    And maybe it's a woman
                    Or a black man after all



                    This is a song on Neil Young's new album.
                    I can't run no more
                    With that lawless crowd
                    While the killers in high places
                    Say their prayers out loud
                    But they've summoned, they've summoned up
                    A thundercloud
                    They're going to hear from me - Leonard Cohen

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                    • Originally posted by MJZiggy
                      If I Had A Million Dollars
                      Barenaked Ladies - Gordon.
                      My wife hates this song. I play it when I want to piss her off.
                      My house is in Georgia but Wisconsin is my home.

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                      • One of my favorite songs of all-time...

                        Dead Can Dance's Song of the Dispossessed

                        The river is deep and the road is long
                        Daylight comes and I want to go home

                        Awoke this morning
                        To find my people's tongues were tied
                        And in my dreams
                        They were given books to poison their minds

                        The river is deep and the mountain high
                        How long before the other side

                        We are their mortar
                        Their building bricks and their clay
                        Their gold teeth mirror
                        Both our joys and our pain

                        The river is deep and the ocean wide
                        Who will teach us how to read the signs

                        The earth is our mother
                        She taught us to embrace the light
                        Now the lord is master
                        She suffers an eternal night

                        You blocked up my ears
                        You plucked out my eyes
                        You cut out my tongue
                        You fed me with lies
                        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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                        • I can think of a thousand but this one harkens back to my college days. sitting in a bean bag chair with headphones on (Koss, of course), drifting off in haze of smoke...

                          The Moody Blues, Late Lament (normally follows Nights in White Satin)


                          Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
                          Watch lights fade from every room.
                          Bedsitter people look back and lament
                          Another day's useless energy is spent.

                          Impassioned lovers wrestle as one;
                          Lonely man cries for love and has none;
                          New mother picks up and suckles her son;
                          Senior citizens wish they were young.

                          Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
                          Removes the colours from our sight,
                          Red is grey and yellow white
                          But we decide which is right
                          And which is an illusion.
                          My house is in Georgia but Wisconsin is my home.

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                          • IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE


                            Bob Dylan



                            You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
                            But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
                            Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
                            Crying like a fire in the sun.
                            Look out the saints are comin' through
                            And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                            The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
                            Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
                            The empty-handed painter from your streets
                            Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
                            This sky, too, is folding under you
                            And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                            All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
                            All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
                            The lover who just walked out your door
                            Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
                            The carpet, too, is moving under you
                            And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

                            Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
                            Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
                            The vagabond who's rapping at your door
                            Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
                            Strike another match, go start anew
                            And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

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                            • William Robinson (and the Miracles) "More Love"



                              Let it be soon, don't hesitate
                              Make it now, don't wait
                              Open your heart & let my love come in
                              I want the moment to start when I can fill your heart with...

                              CHORUS:
                              More love, more joy
                              Than age or time could ever destroy
                              My love will be so sound
                              It would take about 100 lifetimes
                              To live it down, wear it down, tear it down

                              This is no fiction, this is no act
                              This is real, it's a fact
                              I'll always belong only to you
                              Each day I'll be living to make sure I'm giving you...

                              (chorus)

                              As we grow older no need to fear
                              When you need me I'll be here
                              I'll be beside you every step of the way
                              A heart that's truthful & keeping you youthful with...

                              (repeat chorus & fade)
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                              • Originally posted by Joemailman
                                I'm going to see John Prine in Madison tonight, so I thought I'd post the first song that made me notice John Prine. It's still one of his best:




                                Hello in There
                                (John Prine)

                                We had an apartment in the city
                                And me and Loretta liked living there
                                It'd been years since the kids had grown
                                A life of their own
                                And left us alone
                                John and Linda live in Omaha
                                And Joe is somewhere on the road
                                We lost Davy in the Korean War
                                I still don't know what for
                                Don't matter anymore

                                cho: Ya know, that old trees just grow stronger
                                And old rivers grow wilder everyday
                                Old people just grow lonesome
                                Waiting for someone to say
                                Hello in there
                                Hello

                                Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
                                She sits and stares thru the back door screen
                                And all the news just repeats itself
                                Like some forgotten dream
                                That we've both seen
                                Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
                                We worked together at the factory
                                But what could I say when he asks "What's new?"?
                                Nothing, what's with you?
                                Nothing much to do

                                So if you're walking down the street sometime
                                And spot some hollow ancient eyes
                                Please don't just pass'em by and stare
                                As if you didn't care
                                Say hello in there
                                Hello

                                I love John Prine a very amusing songwriter and performer.

                                Awesome talent !
                                ** Since 2006 3 X Pro Pickem' Champion; 4 X Runner-Up and 3 X 3rd place.
                                ** To download Jesus Loves Me ring tones, you'll need a cell phone mame
                                ** If God doesn't fish, play poker or pull for " the Packers ", exactly what does HE do with his buds?
                                ** Rather than love, money or fame - give me TRUTH: Henry D. Thoreau

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