Amazon exiles discussion

Awww I've always love that one, nocheese ;o>

@tech - the Snow has virtually vanished overnight here. I bet your Grandchild was absolutely fascinated in seeing Snow for the first time?! ;o>

Rubber duckie, swimming in the tub
You always watch me give my face a rub
Each evening that's the thing to do
We're always washing when the day is through

I'll be happy soaking in the bubbles, Then I wash my hair
After I'm finished, I can say my prayers
No one likes you when you're looking dirty, This is surely true
Ohhh, rubber duckie, I'm so in love with you

Rubber duckie, we can have such fun
Splashing in the water when the day is done
Remember you must always try
Not to get soap suds going in your eye

I'll be happy soaking in the bubbles, Then I wash my hair
After I'm finished, I can say my prayers
No one likes you when you're looking dirty, This is surely true
Ohhh, rubber duckie, I'm so in love with you, ohhh

(Neil Sedaka)

apparently so - as we were/are all full of the cold, we deemed it unwise to visit and spread our germs tho'. only strange drifts of snow remain here and there.

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June,
In a Kenworth pullin' logs,
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs.
We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh,
'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town.
I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck.
"And I'm about to put the hammer down."

'Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA.
Convoy!

(Carl Davis. Performed by CW McCall.)

Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain,
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea,
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye
The road and the distance I canna' weel gie.
But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I'll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee".

At once she consented and gave me her arm,
Ne'er a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be,
She appeared like an angel in feature and form,
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.

At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
She said "Gentle Sir, I can never forget ye
For showing me far on the road to Dundee".

I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom -
And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,
E'er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.

So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her,
And lika young laddie that's list'rling to me,
O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

Traditional.

Poor tech ;o< ... sending all my very best wishes for a complete and speedy recovery ... x x x ...

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, We're happy tonight, Walking in a Winter wonderland

Gone away is the Bluebird, Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song, As we go along, Walking in a Winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman, Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?", We'll say, "No man!
But you can do the job, When you're in town"

Later on, we'll conspire, As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, The plans that we've made, Walking in a Winter wonderland

(Eurythmics)

thankyou, but poor tech nuthin', it's mrs tech that's unable to shake the disease. i'm fairly no weel, but at work today as i'm so dedicated! :)

My ashtrays, they're all fill
I been smoking all through the night,
Thinking, I been thinking 'bout you and me
About the plans we made,
Did not come true
(keith Hudson)

It's early in the morning, about a quarter till three
I'm sittin' here talking with my baby
Over cigarettes and coffee, now
Wnd to tell you that darling I've been so satisfied
Honey since I met you, baby, since I met you, ooh!
All the places that I've been around
And all the good looking women I've met
They just don't seem to fit in
Knowing this particularly sad
But it seemed so natural, darling
That you and I are here
Just talking over cigarettes and drinking coffee ooh, now
(Otis Redding)

Awww, poor mrs tech ... x ... and you have gone and run off to work and left her all ill and alone, have you?! Well, I hope you did all of the Housework before you left and are planning on taking a big bunch of beautiful Get Well Soon Flowers home with you?! ;o>

My baby loves coffee and roses, A rebel stand and a poet's heart
A guilty moon and suburb soldiers, Those boys can't erase the mark
My baby breaks the chain of reason, Calls the card and rolls the dice
For everything, a time and season, Turning tides and breaking ice
And I will be your last call, honey, Yeah, I will be your downfall, baby
It's strange the way the song goes, honey, We're dancing in the wrong clothes, darling

My baby sings of old tomorrows, Spider hands, September eyes
And I'm the architect of sorrow, The girl in minor key disguise
My baby leads me to the water, Wraps the sun inside his coat
And while the days are getting shorter, My baby sets the light afloat
And I will be your shadow, honey, The crooked way the wind blows, baby
The singing of the steel, honey, The loser in the deal, darling

Yeah, I will be your lover, honey, Come break me under cover, baby
The razor on the mirror, honey, The way the smoke will clear, darling
My baby loves coffee and roses, Hold the flower brown and red
The lost companion Autumn shows us, My baby will not turn his head
My baby will not turn his head, My baby will not turn his head

(Thea Gilmore)

There's a stain on my notebook
Where your coffee cup was
And there's ash in the pages
Now I've got myself lost
I was writing to tell you
That my feelings tonight
Are a stain on my notebook
That rings your goodbye
With the way that you left me
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
And the joy of the pain
Now knowing I am single
They'll be fire in my eyes
And a stain on my notebook
For a new love tonight
From the lips without passion
To the lips with a kiss
There's nothing of your love
That I'll ever miss
The stain on my notebook
Remain all that's left
Of the memory of late nights
And coffee in bed
Now she's gone
And I'm back on the beat
A stain on my notebook
Says nothing to me
Now she's gone
And I'm out with a friend
With lips full of passion
And coffee in bed
(squeeze)

yes
no, the dug's there
yes
mibbe

:)

! ... Don't forget the Dog Treats then as well! ;o>

How’d you like your coffee in bed this morning? How’d you like some sugar in your cup?
Fluff up your pillow, pull up the covers, How’d you like to never get up?
We can unplug the telephone, honey, And never turn the radio on
How’d you like your coffee in bed this morning? All morning long

I don’t want to hear the babblin’ of the radio, Telling us to rise and greet the dawn
I don’t want the sunlight peekin’ ‘round the curtains, Saying time to get your game face on
Wouldn’t it be crazy not to feel a little lazy, When I’m lyin’ in the bed with you?
It’s not so surprising that the temperature is rising, So, honey, here’s what we'll do ...

How’d you like your coffee in bed this morning? How’d you like some sugar in your cup?
Fluff up your pillow, pull up the covers, How’d you like to never get up?
We can unplug the telephone, honey, And never turn the radio on
How’d you like some coffee in bed this morning? All morning long

Would you like a cup of coffee? I know you like it hot
It’s the best in town, If we drink it all down, We can always make another pot

Ohhh, how’d you like some coffee in bed this morning? How’d you like some sugar in your cup?
Fluff up your pillow, pull up the covers, How’d you like to never get up?
We can unplug the telephone, honey, And never turn the radio on
How’d you like your coffee in bed this morning? All morning ... All morning ...
All morning long

(Tom Paxton)

You know that I get told so many times
Boy you gotta grow you some roots
The wondering dues sounds oh so good in a tune
But you need some place to wipe off all the mud off your boots
C'mon and grab your hat
Your suitcase and cash
Pack up your dacks, your hat
You're leaving today
We're checking out to check out what's up a ways

Well you look past me with those sleepy eyes
Well girl I gotta leave before the sun catches me
As if your wondering ways don't suit me spending my days
I'm thanking god you ain’t around as I'm painting my nails

Come lay down your hat
Your suitcase and your stash
Just make damn sure you ain’t around
When those milk bottles hit the ground
Go on get lost there up a ways

Well she sure was pretty and she sure did kiss good
I almost saw her face cellotaped to my suitcase
I'm car sick I'm punch drunk and I don't like to fly
But there's always something far off that catches my eye

And it’s an age old tune
I only know where I am when I move
So pack up your smalls
Your Pall Malls, your ash tray
We're checking out to check out what's up a ways

Oh don't make me no coffee don't you butter my toast
I'll send you a polaroid by overnight post
Well blow me away if that’s the best you can do
Just sweep off that dirt that fell off your boots

And it’s an age old tune
You only know where you are when you move
But boy this ain’t a relationship
So spare me all that gracious shit
Go on get lost on up a ways

Oh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a ways
Oh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a ways

(Tim Rogers)

Take the toys from the boys
Made a bomb out of cotton
Take their hands off the guns
Made a bomb out of coffee
Take their fingers off the trigger
Made a bomb out of sugar
Made a bomb

Take the toys from the boys
Gotta make a living
Take their hands off the guns
Gotta make a killing
Get their fingers off the button
Gotta get a promotion
Made a bomb

Take the toys from the boys
Made a bullet out of rubber
Take their eyes off the dials
Made a cannon out of water
Get their minds off the money
Gotta make a killing
Made a bomb

Made a bomb out of cotton
Made a bomb out of coffee
Made a bomb out of sugar
Made a bullet out of rubber
Made a bomb out of music
Made a hit with a record
They made a bomb
(the poison girls)

That's a great lyric, tech.

About the time that Daddy left to fight the big war
I saw my first pistol in the general store
In the general store, when I was thirteen
I thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen
So I asked if I could have one someday when I grew up
Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up
She really blew up, and she didn't understand
Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil's right hand
Me very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt
Shoots as fast as lightnin' but it loads a might slow
It loads a might slow, and soon I found out
It'll get you into trouble but it can't get you out
So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45
Called a peacemaker but I never knew why
I never knew why, I didn't understand
Mama says the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil's right hand
Got into a card game in a company town
I caught a miner cheating, I shot the dog down
I shot the dog down, I watched the man fall
He never touched his holster, never had a chance to draw
The trial was in the morning and they drug me out of bed
Asked me how I pleaded, not guilty I said
Not guilty I said, you've got the wrong man
Nothing touched the trigger but the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil's right hand
The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand
Mama says the pistol is the devil's right hand

Steve Earle

Pistol shots ... Gun shots ... Pistol shots ... Gun shots

Bullets from a revolver, Bullets from a gun
Bullets through the atmosphere, Here they come

John, I've been bad, And they're coming after me
Done someone wrong, And I fear that it was me

Sapphire bullets, Bullets of pure love
Sapphire bullets, Bullets of pure love

(They Might Be Giants)

I watch the day go down
Sapphire
I watch my luck turn round
A high flyer
I threw my bones around
Sure fire
I watch the current run
Live wire
Clear blue
Too true
Clear blue
Too true.
I don't know what to do
I got no place to go
Oh the day I lost my sweet Sapphire
My precious gems are dust
There's nothing left to trust
Oh the days I'll miss sweet Sapphire.

John Martyn

This will be the last time, We say goodbye, goodbye
And I’m not gonna cry, I’m just gonna let it die, Sapphire

This will be my masterpiece, A beautiful catastrophe
You’re my perfect tragedy, You’re the love that cannot be ...
So I’m gonna set you free

'Cause you, Like a rare jewel, With your heart so blue, You’ll never be mine
Sapphire, You, Like greedy fool, I’ve been clinging to ...
A love that can't be mine, Sapphire, sapphire (Sapphire)

(Sophia Somajo)

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footprints are everywhere
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Bob Dylan

Has to be ;o> ...

I want to paint a picture, Botticelli style
Instead of Venus on a clam, I'd paint this flower child
"You are the air my flowers breathe", He calls, and the ladies turn around
On the first day of Spring, I'm looking at the only joy around

He's the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy) The only joy in town

The Spanish steps are crowded, Bunch of bodies brooding there
Dead pan side-walk vendors, Hustling vacant stares
Making all the more exceptional, This fool in a flower crown
On the first day of Spring, I'm looking at the only joy in town

He's the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy) The only joy in town

(Botticelli black boy) ... (Botticelli black boy) ...

The Botticelli black boy, With the fuchsias in his hair
Is breathing in women like oxygen, On the Spanish Stairs
In my youth I would have followed him, All through this Terra-Cotta town
On the first day of Spring, We'd dance and sing, And be the only joy around

We'd be the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy in town (Botticelli black boy) He's the only joy I've found all day

At night these streets are empty, Where does everybody go?
Where are the brash and tender rooms, In Roman candle-glow?
Where are Fellini's circus? La Dolce Vita clowns?
On the first day of Spring, I'm looking at the only joy in town

He's the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy) He's the only joy in town

(Joni Mitchell)

getting into cultural heavyweight territory......

Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me

Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man

Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had it's day

Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man

Did adverts for T.V.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man
(boney m)
:)

Way too highbrow for me ;o>

When all the help in the world won't get you by
When all the friends that you lean on let you down
You'll wonder why ...

I see you there with your painting box
And your oils and brushes and your artist's smocks
What'll you do if the Muse gets lost? ... When I'm gone

You painted me in the way you said you knew
I don't believe that I saw myself, In anything you drew

I say you never quite caught it right
You say you see me in a different fight
What'll you do with your black and white? ... When I'm gone

You paint by numbers, I never noticed it before
You paint by numbers, It's just a closing of an open door
When you're looking round, You won't see me no more
You paint by numbers

Staying here in this room just makes me pale
I never really could fit into your geometric scale
I see you measure my profile up
And you mix your paints in a broken cup

What'll you do if the brush gets stuck? ... When I'm gone

You paint by numbers, I never noticed it before
You paint by numbers, It's just a closing of an open door
When you're looking round, You won't see me no more
You paint by numbers

(Al Stewart)

Gauguin, tired of the climate in Paris
So critically bleak
And his wife and companions
Who thought he was nothing
But an artistic freak
A most unhappy man,
Gauguin slept without fire in the winter
And dreamed about Eve
And the Garden of Eden
Until he was sure
There was nothing left to leave,
Until nothing was pleasing,
And nothing made sense anymore
So he took the train down to Marseilles
And went searching for

Paradise
It's just a little further on
Paradise,
You know they never miss you till you're gone
I've got no more pearls to throw to swine,
I cannot turn this water into wine,
This bitter cup you offer me will not suffice,
I'm gonna go down and look for paradise.

Gauguin got off the boat in Tahiti
With a cargo of freight
And the thieves and the hookers
Were out to greet him
He was a hundred years too late
But he knew he couldn't stay
Something was whispering his name,
So he sailed without looking back
And went searching for

Paradise,
It's just a little further on
Paradise,
You know they never miss you till you're gone
I've got no more time for fools like you
I've got no more fingers
For the turning of the screw,
I could use some money
But I don't need your advice.
I'm gonna keep searching for paradise.
'Cause I wanna paint pictures of paradise.

So he went out to past Moorea
To the island of the moon,
Out beyond Maupiti
Where there was no lagoon,
Till there were no more islands,
No further places,
Till at last he found the highlands
Of the desolate Marquesas.
Gaugin ...

He finished his days
With his paints and his brushes
Unconquered and savage,
His canvas ablaze,
With visions of heaven.
He was never at home in the world.
But I guess we're all that way
We're searching for

Paradise,
You know they never miss you till you're gone.
How much more of this madness can we take?
Why can't they leave a man alone,
For heavens sake.
The reason few are chosen
Is 'cause few will pay the price
So you gotta keep searching for paradise.
And you gotta paint pictures of paradise,
You gotta lose yourself to find paradise,
Paradise ...
Paradise ...

(Jimmy Webb)

Like Picasso said in 1910
I'm going to paint me a mandolin
Could be cubes, it could be curves
I like to mix the paint with nerve
I'm load my brush and fire away
Paint me a hole in the light of day

Well, you can play it straight or play it from left field
You got to play it just the way you feel
Come on boys, play it again
Play it on Picasso's mandolin

Well, it's colouring books and drinking wines
Its hard to stay between the lines
Now there ain't no rule if you don't break it
Ain't no chance if you don't take it
Said the damnedest thing he'd ever heard
Was trying to learn to sing from a mockingbird

Like Picasso said before he died
There's one more painting I'd like to try
Well, the doctor held his breath
And then Picasso nailed a mandolin
He's born in Spain and died in France
He was not scared of baggy pants

Guy Clark

Jesus was a pagan, Woody was a punk
Gandhi was a soldier, Hendrix was a monk
Leonardo was an alien, Plato was a scream
Vincent was a flower child, Elvis was a dream
Kurosawa was a samurai, Achilles was a gimp
Django was a miracle, Rasputin was a pimp
Piaf was a siren, Callas was the sea
Martin was a king on earth
in all his majesty

Come a rain, come a rain now

Confucius was a joker, Kafka was a spook
Rumi was a homey, Bukowski was a duke
Fellini was a scientist, Dante was a thug
Buddha was a cowboy, Amelia was a stud
Einstein was a psychic, Stalin was a hick
Marilyn was Marilyn, Picasso was a trip
Marley was a preacher, Columbus was a dope
Houdini was a rascal, Hank Williams was a ghost

Come a rain, come a rain now

(Kevin Welch)

Got to squeeze in a favourite while I can ;o> ...

Starry, starry night ...
Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a Summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul, Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the Winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land ...

Now I understand, What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity, And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now?

Starry, starry night ...
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand ...

Now I understand, What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity, And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how, Perhaps they'll listen now?

For they could not love you, But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night ...
Portraits hung in empty halls, Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget, Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know, What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity, And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still, Perhaps they never will?

(Don McLean)

Have you heard about the painter Vincent Van Gogh
Who loved color and who let it show?
Now in the museum, what have we here?
The baddest painter since God's Jon Vermeer
He loved, he loved, he loved life so bad
His paintings had twice the color other paintings had
So bad, so bad that the world had to know
The man loved color and he let it show

Well, in the Amsterdam museum I was feeling bad
And trying to find a way not to be that sad
I felt the feeling in the room sincere
Vincent Van Gogh - well, he seemed so near
And he loved, he loved, he loved life like he did
His paintings had things that painters keep hid
He loved life so bad that the world had to know
He loved color and he let it show
(jonathan richman)

How did you ever find her? She tried so hard to disappear
Somebody rang the bell and, Handed her Vincent's ear

And no one, no-one understands, All the love inside he tried to give
No one understands, His life was hard to live
No one understands, In a past which he could not desert
No one understands, How his heart was hurt, Somehow by someone

People suspect a secret, But what could explain a gift so queer?
Totally unprepared for, The riddle of Vincent's ear

And no one, no-one understands, All the love inside he tried to give
No one understands, His life was hard to live
No one understands, In a past which he could not desert
No one understands, How his heart was hurt, Somehow by someone

Time can't erase the image, Handsomely wrapped for you, my dear
Imagine her surprise then, Discovering Vincent's ear

And no one, no-one understands, All the love inside he tried to give
No one understands, His life was hard to live
No one understands, In a past which he could not desert
No one understands, How his heart was hurt, Somehow by someone

(Michael Franks)

Blue gene baby
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
The beauties were breif
Shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
And a black hankercheif?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
Sweet gene vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet gene vincent
Who, who, who slapped john?
White face, black shirt
White socks, black shoes
Black hair, white strat
Bled white, died black
Sweet gene vincent
Let the blue roll tonight
At the sock hop ball in the union hall
Where the bop is their delight
(ian dury)

Vincent of Jersey ...
He's wearing a red and white t-shirt
He's loving the ladies upon his floor
A bottle of brandy, a hard box of Camels
Waiting for love to come knocking on his door

And he says something like ...
Someday, somebody's gonna love me
Someday, it's me they're looking for
Somewhere, I know somebody wants me
'Cause I'm ... Vincent of Jersey

(Big Head Todd & The Monsters)

He only sings when he's sad
And he's sad all the time, so he sings the whole night through
Yeah, he sings in the daytime, too

He only dreams when he's sad
And he's sad all the time, so he dreams the whole night through
Yeah, he dreams in the daytime, too

There may be mermaids under the water
There may even be a man in the moon
Oh, but Vincent, time is running out
You better get yourself together soon

Out of Buffalo, the man
Below the belt, he swung, and then after the bell has rung
Another cheap shot, here it comes

Another cheap shot, here it comes

He only laughs when he's sad
And he's sad all the time, so he laughs the whole night through
Yeah, he laughs in the daytime, too

There may be mermaids under the water
There may even be a man in the moon
Oh, but Vincent, time is running out
I hope you get yourself together soon

(M. Ward)

Vincent, will you teach me how to paint?
Teresa, will I ever be a saint?
John, I really think your songs are great ... I was born too late

William, will you teach me how to write?
Cassius, will you show me how to fight?
Thomas A., I think I see the light? ... I was born tonight

I've had a hard time leaving this town
I've been losing everything that I've found
I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground
Build it up and tear it back down

I've had a hard time leaving this place
I've been counting all the lines on my face
I'm gonna curse the sky, hit the ground
What goes up comes tumbling down

Jimi, show me how you play that thing
Elvis, will I ever be a king?
And, Jerry, all the joy and love you bring ... I was born to sing

Martin Luther King, show me the way
Jesus, Buddha, teach me how to pray
Christopher, I think I see the bay? ... I was born today

(The Clarks)

Well, here you are, the final attraction
Awaiting direction
From somewhere above
Your finest performance
Approaching perfection
I know what you're making
It's some kind of love

Somewhere in your lifetime
You were dared into feeling
So many emotions that tear you apart
But they loved you so badly
For sharin' their sorrow
So pick up that guitar
And go break a heart

You can do it one more time, son, we're with ya
Pick up that guitar
Go break a heart
You can do it this time just for Hank Williams, can't ya?
Go break a heart
Maybe one time for Otis Redding
Go break a heart
And one time for Janis Joplin
Yeah, that's right. go break a heart
OK, yeah, one more time for James Dean
Go break a heart
God bless George Jones
Go break a heart
And maybe one time for me
Go break a heart.

Willie Nelson

Hey, kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh my soul
Hey, kids, you boogey, too, did ya?

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey, did you rock and roll, rock on

And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that's clear

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
(James Dean)
(david Essex)

An Eldorado sits out on the Tamiami Trail
Sign on the windshield tells the whole tale
Earl's dead – Cadillac for sale

He was a circus man when they first met
He was fired from a cannon into a net
The money was good he always hit the bullseye
Savin' for the car one day he would buy

No, he wasn't thinkin' of some average ride
A human cannonball has a lot of pride
If you're gonna live large you need a hydramatic
Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic

And Earl's is red with shark-like fins
And that is where this little love tale begins
The rear view mirror puts it all in scale
Earl's dead – Cadillac for sale

She was an Everglades girl, partly Seminole
With an urge for goin', and a wanderin' soul
With a name like Moonvine she knew she'd never stay
That handsome human bullet stole her heart away

It was a Saturday night after the midnight show
She was starin' at the car when he said "hello"
Didn't take too much to move her off the reservation
Just a good lookin' boy with the right transportation

And now Earl is wed, Moonvine's got her veil
They're towin' that cannon down the Tamiami Trail
He's got the talent, she's got brains
Earl and Moonvine, left the land of sugar cane

So they drove down to Panama and back up to Maine
Had so much fun, hell, they did it again
Crossing cities off the map as they shot down the road
Knowin' towin' a cannon, things could explode

Now a Cadillac was always an Elvis thing
Polished chrome and gold it was the birth of bling
They came with personality they made you a star
God may have made the earth
But man made that car

Now all the way back to the time of James Dean
Car crash songs chewed up heroes and machines
Sick minds, stop signs and uncontrolled swerves
But Early and his Caddy could handle killer curves

So when the big top folded, Early took his last drive
Moonvine kissed her boy goodbye, his exit had arrived
She shot his ashes 'cross the Gulf from that ancient rusty gun
Nomads know when the show is done

And Earl's dead, he's been airmailed
And that Eldorado's waitin' on the Tamiami Trail
For some shameless entertainer to blow in like a gale
Earl's dead – Cadillac for sale

Earl's dead, Earl's dead

(Jimmy Buffett)

Well a Cadillac
It pulled out of the graveyard
Pulled up to me
All they said 'get in', get in
Then the Cadillac
It puttered back into the graveyard
Me, I got out again
Life in the hive puckered up my night,
A kiss of death, the embrace of life
Ooo there I stand neath the Marquee Moon,
I ain't waiting nuh ah
(television)

Well, now, you may think I'm foolish? For the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you? When you get on my nerves like you do
Well, baby, you know you bug me, There ain't no secret 'bout that
Well, come on over here and hug me, Baby, I'll spill the facts
Well, honey, it ain't your money, 'Cause, baby, I got plenty of that ...

I love you for your pink Cadillac, Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, Cruising down the street
Waving to the girls, Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money, On a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back? ...
Of your pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ...

Well, now, way back in the Bible, Temptations always come along
There's always somebody tempting, Somebody into doing something they know is wrong
Well, they tempt you, man, with silver, And they tempt you, sir, with gold
And they tempt you with the pleasures, That the flesh does surely hold
They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple, But, man, I ain't going for that ...

I know it was her pink Cadillac, Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, Oozing down the street
Waving to the girls, Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money, On a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what it feels like in the back? ...
Of your pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac

Now, some folks say it's too big, And uses too much gas
Some folks say it's too old, And that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda, Yeah, it's bigger than a Subaru
Hey, man, there's only one thing, And one car that will do
Anyway, we don't have to drive it, Honey, we can park it out in the back ...

And have a party in your pink Cadillac, Crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, Cruising down the street
Waving to the girls, Feeling out of sight
Spending all my money, On a Saturday night
Honey, I just wonder what you do there in back? ...
Of your pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ...
Pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ... Pink Cadillac ...

(Bruce Springsteen)

Drive!
Drive!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
Yes she did!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!"
"I ain't never comin' back!"
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me
She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy."
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
Oh c'mon, just hear my plea
She said, "Balls to you, Daddy."
She ain't coming back to me
Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac
I said, "Jesus Christ, where'd you get that Cadillac?"
She said, "Balls to you, big Daddy."
She ain't never coming back!
(the clash)

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin',
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favourite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.

(Julie Andrews)

It's on days like these
When your brother falls
You can read it all in the Times
How a moving car
Stole a movie star
Little Things that keep us together
While the war's going on
It's on days like these
When your childhood cries
And you see it all on the news
Little children starve
Growing tired of born
Little things that keep us all close and warm
While the war's going on
Find a place you can hide
And take what you can
The time will arrive
When you need a friend
Stop looking at us
We're waving good-bye
There's a man
Shouting he's with me
When that morning comes
I can't wait to see
Just how high his eagle
On color screens
Is gonna fly
Going to fly
It's on nights like these
That your neighbor dies
'Cos he put a gun to his head
He was so alone
He had nothing left
Little things that call for a drink
That bury a soldier's death
It's on days like these
When your sister cries
And your brother falls from your hands
Jumbo jets can die
Killing 81
Little things that help us get by the why
Why the war's going on
Why the war's going on
Why the war is going on
why the war is going on
why the war's going on
why the war's going on
(scott walker)

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie
Took him for all he was worth
Now she's a swinger, dating a singer
I can't decide which is worse
But not me baby, I got you to save me
Oh, yer so bad, the best thing I ever had
In a world gone mad, yer so bad
My sister's ex-husband, can't get no loving
Hangs atound dogfaced and hurt
Now he's got nothing, head in the oven
I can't decide which is worse
But not me baby, I got you to save me
Oh, yer so bad, the best thing I ever had
In a world gone mad, yer so bad

(Tom Petty)

Cruisin' down the freeway, Slurpin' latte, in my BM'er Roadster
I won for being Sales Rep of the Week, At my now failed dot.com
Then it happens again, S.U.V. damn near killed me
They made the roads so unsafe, I bought me one the very next day

Why do I eat up so much gas? Why do I cut you off to pass?
What do I drive like such an ass? Because I can! ...
Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac, Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac

But I need my armored luxury tank, To drive to work and drive home
Keep my children safe, As I run down yours, While I talk on my cell phone
Better you than me, Got important places to be
School, soccer, psychiatrist, And then the wine boutique

Why do I flaunt my upper class? Hogging two parking spaces
Why do I act like such an ass? No boundaries, man! ...
Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac, Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac

Blow them up! Key their hoods! Run them out of the neighborhood
Melt them down for Blue Chip scrap, War for oil? Draft them!

Got a big hummer with monster tires, It's the latest craze
When S.U.V.s are not enough, To break a traffic jam
Up and over I go, My terminator crushing cars below
I'm late for a meeting, More important than yours, My Krispy Kremes are getting cold!

What is it 'bout the Navigator, Escalade, Suburban, Explorer, Yukons
That brings out the road-rage macho dick, In everybody who drives one
Icy curves, slow down, 'Nother pathfinder found its way to Hell
What a great way to thin the herd, But why should we have to share the road with? ...
Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac, Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac
Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac, Yuppie! Yuppie! Yuppie! Cadillac

(Jello Biafra & The Melvins)

I Can Sign For 1 2 3 or 4
Get 3 Weeks off In A Year Or More
Save Up And Get My Very Own SLR
'Cos I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank

Can You Seen The bullet's high velocity
It Can Blow A Man's Arm Off At The Count Of Three
If I Get My Hands On One Of Those
I'm Something To Watch Out For
I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can
Yes I Can

I don't care where They Send Me Now
Send Pictures Postcards To My Ol' Mother And Father
So When I Come Home They'll Have someone to be proud Of
I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
Yes I Can Drive (Drive) My Very Own Tank
(stranglers)

Suzy - you're wanted for tipping on the Aussie Rules comp! Quick sticks!

Sorry Val, is it running again? - where is it?

here,

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Cheers Poppet! - I hadn't remembered we also have a Sports Section on here - LOL!!! ;o>

I'm watching the world, I'm taking my time
I've waited my turn, Now I'm gonna shine

I declare my innocence, I'm worth more than 60 pence
Look, I've got a shiny car, I can drive, I can drive
Yes, baby, I'm for real, That's just the way I feel
I can take a ride anytime

Everything I pass is old, Everything I touch is gold
Now I see the world unfold, I can drive, I can drive
Yes baby, it's a steal, Nothing that you see is real
Get yourself a pair of wheels, Learn to drive, come on

(Shakespear's Sister)

Can't remember anything at all
Flame trees lined the street
Can't remember anything at all
But I'm driving my car down to Geneva

I've been sitting in my basement patio
It was hot

Up above the girls walk past
Their roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson Blues?
I'm going down to Geneva baby
Gonna teach it to you

Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
Came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson
With a ten dollar guitar
Strapped to his back
Looking for a tune

Ah, well here comes Lucifer with his canon law
And a hundred black babies running from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil, man
Don't know who's gonna rip off who

Driving my car
Flame trees on fire
Sitting and singing
The Higgs Boson Blues
I'm tired, I'm looking for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped in Memphis now

And the Lorraine Motel is hot
It's hot, that's why they call it the hot spot
I take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that's completely new
Making the hot cots in the flop-house bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And the bellhop hops and bops
As a shot rings out
To a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding
To the Higgs Boson Blues

And if I die tonight
Bury me in my favourite yellow patent leather shoes
And with a mummified cat
And a cone-like hat
That the Caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heart beat?
Can you feel my heart beat?

Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the zoo loos
And moves on to Amazonia
Cries with the dolphins
The Mai-Mai eat the pigmy, the pigmy eat the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look! Here come the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
Saving them savages with his Higgs Boson Blues
I'm driving my car down to Geneva
I'm driving my car down to Geneva

Oh let the damn day break
Rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Taluca Lake
And you're the best girl I ever had
Can't remember anything at all
(nick cave)

Try to remember, the kind of September, When life was slow and oh so mellow
Try to remember, the kind of September, When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember, the kind of September, When you were young and the callow fallow
Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow, follow, follow

Try to remember, when life was so tender, When no one wept except the Willow
Try to remember, when life was so tender, When dreams were kept beside your pillow
Try to remember, when life was so tender, When love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow, follow, follow

Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Without a hurt the heart will hollow
Deep in December, it's nice to remember, The fire of September that made you mellow
Deep in December, our hearts should remember, Then follow, follow, follow

(Nana Mouskouri)