Crystal Blue Persuasion, Uh-huh.

All my nightmares escape my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can

On the first part of the journey, I was looking at all the life.

There were plants and birds and rocks and things.

I think about you all the time, but I don't need the same.

It's lonely where you are, come back down

I won't tell 'em your name.

Johnny Rzeznik

Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?

Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all.
It’s already in their eyes.
Among the metal ones a messenger will soon arrive.

10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.

Ain’t nothing you can do about it. Gonna be a big brawl over it
Like them little bitty babies in the king cakes.
Bonnie & Clyde the whole dome,
The shackles of automata will shatter like their bones.

10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.

Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?

10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.

Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don’t come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.

Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings
Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice
So all the kids can sing

They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor,
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore,
And I've come to take you away

Take you away
Take you away
Take you away

Take you away
Take you away
Take you away

I'll make you go goo goo
Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes
I'll kiss your little boo boo
Make it better than it's ever felt before

They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor,
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore,
And I've come to take you away

I'll take you away now
I'll take you away now

Can you do the two step flesh-tone slide?
Well I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well I'll teach you

Can you do the two step flesh-tone slide?
Well I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well I'll teach you

They call me El Jefe
The boss and the point man
And I've come to take you away
They call me El Jefe
The boss and the hit man
And I've come to take you away

Big News 1:
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank
And out from the belly of a whale came a prophet
Amen!

Go shoot the moon, the sun, the great divide
I believe there's a storm a brewin'
Nine crows at nine o clock nye
Dutch men on the mizzen mast
Six harpies are singing to the lee
I believe she's going down
I believe we're gonna die, die, die

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat

Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
She's sunk full fathom, five, five, five

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Me oh my!
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarious
Bring me more whisky and rye
Big news from the party boat

Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones
Come down to the locker of Davy Jones

Big News 2:
Can't funk with the feel or with the other three
This mother lode coming at you all three D's
We got big news, the party boat is here
The band is kicking, and I see lots of beers

And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here
We got Gredo, Solo to the rear
They know the deal, sacks packed and stacked with

Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye, damn!

Now, where were we?
I think aces high, sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds and a mouth of gold

I've spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed

Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a Bond man in the eye, damn!

Big News 3:
Off the shore of Laborador
The crew labored to bilge the hold
The stern it floundered in the shoal
The bow bucked up like a bronco

The crew was strong 'til Captain called
"Throw the spermaceti o'er
Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard"

The captain woke with sandy eyes
"Am I alone?" the old sir cried
"'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply

"Jason Kip of woods hometown
I fear the men have all been drowned
And we two are the only to survive, to survive"

Nancy was a pretty girl
Golden hair and eyes of pearl
And she made a pretty bride
For the ancient Captain Bly
Her true love was Jason Kip
Porter on the Captain's ship

Nancy paced the widow's walk
Listening to the widow's talk
She heard "Nancy, do not weep,
The ship is late, but just a week"

"My late husband Captain Pierce
Was gone once for several years.
He returned with silk and spice
Minus one leg and his eyes"

In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years

The Captain was a giant man
With miles of intestines
And a stomach larger than
The Persian Gulf

Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase
And in his sleep untied him
And without a thought he ate him
Clean and whole, clean and whole

As the Captain licked his lips
He was spotted by a ship
Nancy truly was relieved
But for Jason how she grieved

In a carriage they rode home
Any guilt he did not show
As they sat to dine that night
He lacked any appetite

As the two lay in their bed
Captain's gut turned cherry red
With the sounds of gale-force wind
Sprung an angry Jason Kip

In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears

In the end the ocean has its revenge
Whether tomorrow or 100 years
It takes limbs and lives
And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears

Don't mess with Mr. "in between" first thing I heard this morning.

Mash it, bash it, beat it against the wall.
Masturbation is the most fun of all, oh beat your meat, oh beat your meat, oh beat your meeeeeeeeeeeat...
It's so fucking fun to leave a puddle on the sheet.

Please Forgive Me- David Gray

Feels Lke Tonight- Daughtry

Why do I like these songs so much?

And time stands still behind the distant gates. Time moves on outside in the sun.

Then he wonders which side he's really on.

He doesn't care, it's so grey in there

He just wants to get back to her.

Red Rider 1983

3 power ballads to choose from:

1: If You Needed Somebody- Bad Company

2: Goodbye - Night Ranger

3: Alone Again- Dokken

Which is your favorite?

^ I guess I'd take Bad Company, MS.

(08-06-2014, 11:04 AM)Blindgreed1 Wrote: Mash it, bash it, beat it against the wall.
Masturbation is the most fun of all, oh beat your meat, oh beat your meat, oh beat your meeeeeeeeeeeat...
It's so fucking fun to leave a puddle on the sheet.

I missed this post before; don't recognize the lyrics.

Were these penned by you, Gunnar?

Gotta admit, they do generate a visual.

(11-06-2014, 01:30 AM)Midwest Spy Wrote: 3 power ballads to choose from:

1: If You Needed Somebody- Bad Company

2: Goodbye - Night Ranger

3: Alone Again- Dokken

Which is your favorite?

Bad Company, of course.

And all this could be
Such a dream, so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye

Night Ranger - Goodbye

I like the guitar work on this song also.

(11-06-2014, 10:52 PM)Maggot Wrote: And all this could be
Such a dream, so it seems
I was never much good at goodbye

Night Ranger - Goodbye

I like the guitar work on this song also.

Yep. Love the intro and the guitar at the end too.

Shake for me, girl.
I wanna be your backdoor man.
Keep it coolin', baby.

I know George Strait is past his prime, but just had a couple of his 80's tunes randomly play.

The Fireman and The Chair.


Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.

No that ones not taken, I don't mind if you sit here.


He's country without all the twang.