death tribble Posted May 16, 2017 Report Share Posted May 16, 2017 Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show on the radio And you seem like a friend to me Or a record of your choice I don't mind I'd be happy just to hear your voice Saying this is for the girl Who didn't sign her name Yes, she needs a dedication just the same Late at night I'm still listening Don't waste my time chasing sleep People say I look weary But that 's just the company I keep Ooooh, you make the nighttime race Ooooh, I don't need to see your face You're sounding good (sounding good) Sounding good to me Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show on the radio And you seem like a friend to me Late at night I'm still listening Don't waste my time chasing sleep People say I look weary But that's just the company I keep Ooooh, you make the nighttime race Ooooh, I don't need to see your face You're sounding good (sounding good) Sounding good to me Pilot of the airwaves Here is my request You don't have to play it But I hope you'll do your best I've been listening to your show on the radio And you seem like a friend to me (Oooooh, I been) listening to your show on the radio And you seem like a friend to me Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh Play that song for me Oooooh-ooooh-oooooh Oh, won't you just play that song for me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 16, 2017 Report Share Posted May 16, 2017 Down where this ugly man Seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes Spring fireflies Breathing life Into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air In the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadows The size of make-believe Punching through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury Then from inside Bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed The final, muffled sighs Needles and Sins, Sins and Needles He's gasping for air In the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 19, 2017 Report Share Posted May 19, 2017 I wondered should I go or should I stay The band had only one more song to play And then I saw you out the corner of my eyes A little girl alone and so shy I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever But the love we had was goin' strong Through the good and bad we'd get along And then the flame of love died in your eye My heart was broke in two when you said goodbye I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever It's all over now Nothing left to say Just my tears and the orchestra playing La la la la la la la la la la, La la la la la la la la la la. I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever La la la la la la la la la la Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 19, 2017 Report Share Posted May 19, 2017 I can remember when we walked together Sharing a love I thought would last forever Moonlight to show the way so we can follow Waiting inside her eyes was my tomorrow Then something changed her mind, her kisses told me I had no loving arms to hold me Every day I wake up then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love Every day I wake up then I start to break up Knowing that it's cloudy above Every day I start out then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love I cannot face this world that's fallen down on me So if you see my girl please send her home to me Tell her about my heart that's slowly dying Say I can't stop myself from crying Every day I wake up then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love Every day I wake up then I start to break up Knowing that it's cloudy above Every day I start out then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love Every day I wake up then I start to break up Lonely is a man without love Every day I start out then I cry my heart out Lonely is a man without love Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 19, 2017 Report Share Posted May 19, 2017 There goes my only possession There goes my everything I hear footsteps slowly walking As they gently walk across the lonely floor And a voice is softly saying Darling this will be goodbye for evermore There goes my reason for living There goes the one of my dreams There goes my only possession There goes my everything As my memory turns back the pages I can see the happy years we've had before Now the love that kept this heart beating Has been shattered by the closing of the door Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 19, 2017 Report Share Posted May 19, 2017 Too alarming now to talk about Take your pictures down and shake it out Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary Don't the best of them bleed it out While the rest of them peter out Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary Kudos, my hero Leaving all the best You know my hero The one that's on There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 19, 2017 Report Share Posted May 19, 2017 What have we done with innocence It disappeared with time It never made much sense Adolescent resident Wasting another night on planning my revenge One in ten One in ten One in ten Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench All this time to make amends What do you do when all your enemies are friends Now and then I'll try to bend Under pressure Wind up snapping in the end One in ten One in ten One in ten Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench Temper Temper Temper One last thing before I quit I never wanted any more than I could fit into my head I still remember every single word you said And all the shit that somehow came along with it Still there's one thing that comforts me Since I was always caged and now I'm free Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench Don't wanna be your monkey wrench (fall in fall out) Don't wanna be your monkey wrench (fall in fall out) Don't wanna be your monkey wrench (fall in fall out) Don't wanna be your monkey wrench Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted May 20, 2017 Report Share Posted May 20, 2017 I bless the day I found youI want to stay around youAnd so I beg you, let it be me Don't take this heaven from oneIf you must cling to someoneNow and forever, let it be me Each time we meet loveI find complete loveWithout your sweet love what would life be So never leave me lonelyTell me you love me onlyAnd that you'll always let it be me Each time we meet loveI find complete loveWithout your sweet love what would life be So never leave me lonelyTell me you love me onlyAnd that you'll always let it be me Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted May 20, 2017 Report Share Posted May 20, 2017 I I I I I'm not your stepping stoneI I I I I'm not your stepping stoneYou're trying to make your mark in societyUsing all the tricks that you used on me.You're reading all those high fashion magazinesThe clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes.I saidI I I I I'm not your stepping stoneI I I I I'm not your stepping stoneNot your stepping stone,Not your stepping stone.When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoesNow you're walking 'round like you're front page news.You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you chooseBut you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who.I saidI I I I I'm not your stepping stoneI I I I I'm not your stepping stoneNot your stepping stone,Not your stepping stone. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted May 20, 2017 Report Share Posted May 20, 2017 Cover me when I runCover me through the fireSomething knocked me out' the treesNow I'm on my kneesCover me, darling please, heyMonkey, monkey, monkeyDon't you know when you're going to shock the monkeyFox the foxRat the ratYou can ape the apeI know about thatThere is one thing you must be sure ofI can't take any moreDarling, don't you monkey with the monkey, heyMonkey, monkey, monkeyDon't you know you're going to shock the monkey, hey, heyShock the monkey, hey yeah(Monkey) Wheels keep turning(Monkey) Something's burning(Monkey) Don't like it but I guess I'm learningShock, shock, shockWatch the monkey get hurt, monkeyShock, shock, shockWatch the monkey get hurt, monkeyCover me when I sleepCover me when I breatheYou throw your pearls before the swineMake the monkey blindCover me, darling please, heyMonkey, monkey, monkeyDon't you know you're going to shock the monkey, hey, heyShock the monkey, hey yeah(Monkey) Too much at stake(Monkey) Ground beneath me shake(Monkey) And the news is breakingShock, shock, shockWatch the monkey get hurt, monkeyShock, shock, shockWatch the monkey get hurt, monkeyShock the monkeyShock the monkeyShock the monkey hey, heyShock the monkey Shock the monkey to lifeShock the monkey Shock the monkeyShock the monkeyShock the monkey Shock the monkey to life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tkdguy Posted May 21, 2017 Report Share Posted May 21, 2017 At words poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off my chest, To let 'em rest unexpressed. I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not so pretty, At least it'll tell you how great you are. You're the top! You're the Colosseum, You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum, You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss, You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse. You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa, You're the smile on the Mona Lisa. I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! Your words poetic are not pathetic On the other hand, boy, you shine And I can feel after every line A thrill divine down my spine. Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad, But for a person who's just rehearsin' Well I gotta say this my lad: You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi. You're the top! You're Napolean brandy. You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain, You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry, You're cellophane. You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner. You're the time of the Derby winner. I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop. But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy. You're the top! You're a Brewster body. You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee, You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning, You're broccoli. You're a prize, You're a night at Coney, You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni, I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top. You're the top! You're an Arrow collar. You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar. You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire, You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama, You're Camembert. You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante, You're the nost of the great Durante. I'm just in the way, as the French would say "De trop," But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top. You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad. You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad. You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent. You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster, You're Pepsodent. You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia, You're the pants on a Roxy usher. I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop, But if Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're a dance in Bali. You're the top! You're a hot tamale. You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine, You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley, You're Ovaltine. You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder, You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder. I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel. You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable. By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer, You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes, ' You're stratosphere. You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick, You're the foist in the Irish svipstick, I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop, But if, Baby, I'm the bottom, You're the top! Pariah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sundog Posted May 21, 2017 Report Share Posted May 21, 2017 I got no means to show identificationI got no papers show you what I amYou'll have to take me just the way that you find meWhat's gone is gone and I do not give a damn Empty stomach, empty headI got empty heart and empty bedI don't rememberI don't rememberI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anything at allI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anythingAnything at allStrange is your language and I have no decoderWhy don't you make your intentions clearWith eyes to the sun and your mouth to the sodaSaying, "Tell me the truth, you got nothing to fear Stop staring at me like a bird of preyI'm all mixed up, I got nothing to sayI don't rememberI don't rememberI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anything at allI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anythingAnything at allI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anything at allI don't remember, I don't recallI got no memory of anythingAbsolutely anything at allI don't remember Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
L. Marcus Posted May 21, 2017 Report Share Posted May 21, 2017 Follow me into the desertAs thirsty as you areCrack a smile and cut your mouthAnd drown in alcohol'Cause down below the truth is lyingBeneath the riverbedSo quench yourself and drink the waterThat flows below her head Oh no there she goesOut in the sunshine the sun is mine I shot my love today would you cry for meI lost my head again would you lie for meI left her in the sand just a burden in my handI lost my head again would you cry for me Close your eyes and bow your headI need a little sympathy'Cause fear is strong and love's for everyoneWho isn't meSo kill your health and kill yourselfAnd kill everything you loveAnd if you live you can fall to piecesAnd suffer with my ghost Just a burden in my handJust an anchor on my heartJust a tumor in my headAnd I'm in the dark So follow me into the desertAs desperate as you areWhere the moon is glued to a picture of heavenAnd all the little pigs have God Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted May 22, 2017 Report Share Posted May 22, 2017 I saw you walk down the street with somebody newIt's funny, people I meet they talk about me and youBut who's to blame for our being apart, or is it me or is it youAnd whoever say that you're still in my heart'Cause now really the best I can do, is say So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourselfSo long, I'm glad you're happy that wayBut you're only foolin' yourselfYou're foolin' yourself It's funny I couldn't see, the change you went throughAll the new friends that you'd meetAnd the places they took you toAnd all you could say, you would say,"They're just friends"And you'd laugh in my face 'cause you knewAnd I'd never know where you'd been late at nightSo now really the best I can do, is say So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourselfSo long, I'm glad you're happy that wayBut you're only foolin' yourselfYou're foolin' yourself So now you walk down the street with somebody newIt's funny, people I meet, they don't talk about me and you no moreBut who was to blame for our being' apartWas it me or was it youAnd who would've said, that you were in my heart'Cause now really the best I can do is say So Long, it's sad to say but you're only foolin' yourselfSo long, I'm glad you're happy that wayBut you're only foolin' yourselfYou're foolin' yourself Pariah 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pariah Posted May 22, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 22, 2017 A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride Something touched me deep inside The day the music died So Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die They were singing Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die -- I can't believe nobody's posted this one yet! Cancer 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pariah Posted May 22, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 22, 2017 An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippie yi ooh Yippie yi yay Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting fire As they ride on hear their cry As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies" Yippie yi ooh Yippie yi yay Ghost riders in the sky Cancer 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pariah Posted May 22, 2017 Author Report Share Posted May 22, 2017 A long haired man came to my door Wearing Roman sandals, carrying a golden sword He said "Come with me, and I'll take you higher" We soared out of the atmosphere On his magic carpet that he let me steer He said "Take the reins, son, and I'll let you fly her" We escalated through a thick of clouds And our only thought was not coming down Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire There was a unicorn with a neon horn Wearing a velvet saddle that was slightly worn I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her I sat down on a floating stool She knelt her head and produced a jewel And I smiled and asked if I could ride her And I saw the lighthouse keeper His hollow eyes that pierced my soul He said that I'm just a desperate seeker Searching for what I did not know On Pegasus I was flying free Careless lost over a purple sea When I came upon this lonesome fortune teller She gazed into her crystal ball And I saw that giant gavel fall She asked if I could be her pall bearer And I heard that gypsy prophesy Of the tearing flesh and the mother's cry And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever We stood before the kings and queens And the hooded man with the guillotine And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector Then I dined there with an aristocrat On his balcony with a welcome mat And he laughed and drank all the wine from the cellar And I saw the lighthouse keeper His hollow eyes that pierced my soul He said that I'm just a desperate seeker Searching for what I did not know Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 23, 2017 Report Share Posted May 23, 2017 So lately, been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone, you'll need love To light the shadows on your face If a great wave shall fall It'd fall upon us all And between the sand and stone Could you make it on your own? If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high or down low I'll go wherever you will go And maybe, I'll find out The way to make it back someday To watch you, to guide you Through the darkest of your days If a great wave shall fall It'd fall upon us all Well I hope there's someone out there Who can bring me back to you If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high or down low I'll go wherever you will go Run away with my heart Run away with my hope Run away with my love I know now, just quite how My life and love might still go on In your heart, in your mind I'll stay with you for all of time If I could, then I would I'll go wherever you will go Way up high or down low I'll go wherever you will go If I could turn back time I'll go wherever you will go If I could make you mine I'll go wherever you will go I'll go wherever you will go Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 24, 2017 Report Share Posted May 24, 2017 You keep saying you've got something for me Something you call love, but confess You've been a-messin' where you shouldn'ta been a-messin' And now someone else is gettin' all your best These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Yeah You keep lying when you oughta be truthin' And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a-changin' Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin' And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burned, ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah And what he knows, you ain't had time to learn These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Are you ready boots ? Start walkin' ! Cancer 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 24, 2017 Report Share Posted May 24, 2017 We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town. Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair! Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson. See if I care. When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!) All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how, I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat. 'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote. But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg. They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound, With your tail tucked between your legs, You're goin' to Jackson, you big-talkin' man. And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan, Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact. Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back. Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout' And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 24, 2017 Report Share Posted May 24, 2017 Everybody's going for those kinky boots, kinky boots, (boop, boop) Kinky boots, It's a manly kind of fashion that you borrowed from the brutes, Borrowed from the brutes, (boop, boop) Kinky boots. Fashion magazines say wear 'em, And you rush to obey like the women in a harem. Full length, half length, Fully fashion calf length, Brown boots, black boots, Patent leather jackboots, Low boots, high boots, Lovely lanky thigh boot, We all dig those boots. Everybody's crazy for those kinky boots, kinky boots, (boop, boop) Kinky boots, And whether you're in evening dress or bathing suits, You wear boots, boots, kinky boots. There are twenty million women wearing kinky boots, kinky boots, Puss in boots, Footwear manufacturers are gathering the fruits, Gathering the fruits, (boop, boop) Kinky boots. Advertising men say try 'em, And you all run amok like a flock of sheep to buy 'em. Sweet girls, street girls, Grumpy little beat girls, Square girls, cool girls, Sexy little schoolgirls, Maiden aunties, Mayfair debutantes, They all dig those boots. Everybody's rushin' for those Russian boots, Prussian boots, (boop, boop) Kinky boots, Both: Cover up those slender little tender foots with kinky slinky, Leather is so kinky, Come and get those kinky boots, boots, kinky boots. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywind Posted May 24, 2017 Report Share Posted May 24, 2017 Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonelySomeone calls on meAnd every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verseAnd curse those faults in meAnd then along comes MaryAnd does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chickAnd give me pick of memoriesOr maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulationsNo one ever seesWhen we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punchWhen vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicksWhose sickness is the games they playAnd when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokesAs who is most to blame todayAnd then along comes MaryAnd does she want to set them free, and let them see realityFrom where she got her nameAnd will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hersWill make them not the sameWhen we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punchAnd when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassedAnd flaccid kids are flung across the starsThe psychodramas and the traumas goneThe songs are left unsung and hung upon the scarsAnd then along comes MaryAnd does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the painsShe left the night beforeOr will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make themRealize their urgent cry for sight no moreWhen we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 24, 2017 Report Share Posted May 24, 2017 Oooooh- Put your loving hand out, baby I'm begging Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling Riding high, when I was king Played it hard and fast, 'cause I had everything Walked away, won me then But easy come and easy go And it would end So why anytime I bleed you let me go, Anytime I feed you get me know Anytime I see you let me know But, I planted that seed just let me go I'm on my knees when I'm ( begging) 'Cause I don't want to lose (you) I got my arms on spread And I hope that my heart gets fed Matter of fact girl I'm begging Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out, baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling I need you, (yeah) to understand Tried so hard To be your man The kind of man you want in the end Only then can I begin to live again An empty shell I used to be Shadow of my life Was hanging over me A broken man Without a none Won't even stand the devil's dance To win my soul Why we chewing ? Why we chasing ? Why the bottom ? Why the basement ? Why we got good shit don't embrace it ? Why the feel for the need to replace me ? You're on the wrong way track from the good I want to paint in the pictures any way we could be at Like a heart in the best way should You can give it the away, you had it and you took the pay But I keep walking on, keep opening doors Keep hoping for that the door is yours Keep also home, 'cause I don't want to live in a broken home, Girl I am begging Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out, baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling I'm fighting hard To hold my own No, I just can't make it All alone I'm holding on I can't fall back Now that big brass ring Is a shade of black Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out, baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out, baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out, baby Begging, begging you Put your loving hand out darling Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 25, 2017 Report Share Posted May 25, 2017 Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain And ironing out the rough spots Is the hardest part when memories remain And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio `Cause from the lips of some old singer We can share the troubles we already know Turn them on, turn them on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone Sad songs say so much If someone else is suffering enough to write it down When every single word makes sense Then it's easier to have those songs around The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you and it feels so good to hurt so bad And suffer just enough to sing the blues Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say so much Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
death tribble Posted May 25, 2017 Report Share Posted May 25, 2017 Cause I'd tear out the pages That I've got in these books Just to find you some words Just to get some reward And I'll show you all the photographs That I ever got took And I'll play you old 45's That now mean nothing to me And you're a real gone kid And maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby I'll do what I should have did Now I've stood on your shadow And I've watched it grow And it's shaken and it's driven me And let me know Let me know let me know let me know About all the old 45s And the paperback rooms And it's scattered all the photographs Of summers and suns And you're a real gone kid And maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby I'll do what I should have did 'Cause you're a real Gone Kid I cried and I craved Hoped and I saved And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs Cried and I craved Hoped and I saved And I put away those souvenirs souvenirs souvenirs You're a real gone kid And maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby Maybe now baby I'll do what I should have did 'Cause you're a real Gone Kid 'Cause you're a real Gone Kid You're a real Gone Kid You're a real Gone Kid Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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