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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    -- How did it go so fast --
    you'll say
    as we are looking
    back
    and then we'll
    understand
    we held gold dust
    in our
    hands

    Gold Dust ~ Tori Amos


    and if i die today
    i'll be the HAPPY phantom
    and i'll go chasin'
    the nuns out in the yard
    and i'll run naked
    through the streets without my mask on
    and i will never need
    umbrellas in the rain
    i'll wake up in
    strawberry fields every day
    and the atrocities of school
    i can forgive
    the HAPPY phantom
    has no right to *****

    oo who the time is getting closer
    oo who time to be a ghost
    oo who every day we're getting closer
    the sun is getting dim
    will we pay for who we been

    so if i die today
    i'll be the HAPPY phantom
    and i'll go wearin'
    my NAUGHTIES like a jewel
    they'll be my ticket
    to the universal opera
    there's judy garland
    taking buddha by the hand
    and then these seven little men
    get up to dance
    they say confucius
    does his crossword with a pen
    i'm still the angel
    to a girl who hates to SIN

    Happy Phantom ~ Tori Amos

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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    "I'm in control
    I got a bulletproof soul
    And I'm full of self-esteem
    I invented myself with no one's help
    I'm a prototype supreme
    I sit on my private throne
    And run my lifestyle all alone
    Me, myself and I agree
    We don't need nobobdy else

    I never learned to bow, bend or crawl
    To any known authority
    I really want to build my statue tall
    That's all

    I'm just trying to be God
    I only wanna be God
    I just wanna be God
    Why can't I be God

    I got no time to take advice
    I want to gamble with my eternity
    With loaded dice
    I don't need a preacher in my face
    When I'm the omnipresent ruler of the human race
    Ain't gonna
    Spend my life being no one's fool
    I was born to rock and I was born to rule
    But if I'm wrong on judgement day
    I'm royally screwed with hell to pay

    I never learned to bow, bend or crawl
    To any known authority
    I really want to build my statue tall
    That's all

    I'm just trying to be God
    I only wanna be God
    I just wanna be God
    Why can't I be God"

    -"I Just Wanna Be God" by Alice Cooper
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    Camper Van Beethoven - All Her Favorite Fruit Lyrics

    I drive alone, home from work
    And I always think of her
    Late at night I call her
    But I never say a word
    And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and
    shoulder
    And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of
    decay
    She serves him mashed potatoes
    And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
    Pulls her dress up over her head
    Lets it fall to the floor
    And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
    And all the most exotic places they are cultivated
    And I�d like to take her there, rather than this train
    And if I weren�t a civil servant, I�d have a place in the
    colonies
    We�d play croquet behind white-washed walls and drink our tea at
    four
    Within intervention�s distance of the embassy
    The midday air grows thicker with the heat
    And drifts towards the line of trees
    When negroes blink their eyes, they sink into siesta
    And we are rotting like a fruit underneath a rusting roof
    We dream our dreams and sing our songs of the fecundity
    Of life and love
    Of life and love
    Of life and love
    Get your nunchucks and the keys to your dad's car. I know where we can get a gun

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    Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
    Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
    Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
    Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
    Singe ich ein Lied für dich
    Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Und daß so was von sowas kommt

    Neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
    Hielt Man für Ufos aus dem All
    Darum schickte ein General
    'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
    Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
    Dabei war'n da am Horizont
    Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
    Jeder war ein großer Krieger
    Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
    Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
    Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
    Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
    Dabei schoß man am Horizont
    Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
    Streichholz und Benzinkanister
    Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
    Witterten schon fette Beute
    Riefen "Krieg!" und wollten Macht
    Man, wer hätte das gedacht
    Daß es einmal so weit kommt
    Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg
    Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
    Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
    Und auch keine Düsenflieger
    Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
    Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
    Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
    Denk' an dich und laß' ihn fliegen
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    "I touch myself, I honestly do" - the Divinyls
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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    Quote Originally Posted by Hap
    Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
    Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
    Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
    Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
    Singe ich ein Lied für dich
    Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Und daß so was von sowas kommt

    Neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
    Hielt Man für Ufos aus dem All
    Darum schickte ein General
    'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
    Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
    Dabei war'n da am Horizont
    Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
    Jeder war ein großer Krieger
    Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
    Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
    Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
    Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
    Dabei schoß man am Horizont
    Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
    Streichholz und Benzinkanister
    Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
    Witterten schon fette Beute
    Riefen "Krieg!" und wollten Macht
    Man, wer hätte das gedacht
    Daß es einmal so weit kommt
    Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
    Neunundneunzig Luftballons

    Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg
    Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
    Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
    Und auch keine Düsenflieger
    Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
    Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
    Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
    Denk' an dich und laß' ihn fliegen
    i always found it interesting the English title is "99 Red Balloons" when "99 Luftballon" actually translates into "99 Air Balloons."
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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    One of my personal favorites:


    I stood under Ohio's skies
    I could see the open fields for miles
    I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?"
    But now I'm trying to reassemble the things I kept and
    The pictures fade but I hope to resurrect
    The things that kept me sane back then.
    What if this wasn't a rhetorical question?

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    When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
    When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
    When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
    In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
    No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
    If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
    If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
    And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
    And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
    And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
    And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
    And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
    And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
    And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
    And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
    And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
    And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
    Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
    And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
    And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
    And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
    And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
    And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
    And to yourself you sometimes say
    "I never knew it was gonna be this way
    Why didn't they tell me the day I was born"
    And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
    And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
    And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
    And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
    And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
    And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
    And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
    And you need it badly but it lays on the street
    And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
    And you think yer ears might a been hurt
    Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
    And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
    When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
    And all the time you were holdin' three queens
    And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
    Like in the middle of Life magazine
    Bouncin' around a pinball machine
    And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
    That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
    But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
    And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
    And no matter how you try you just can't say it
    And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
    And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
    And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
    And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
    And his jaws start closin with you underneath
    And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
    And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
    And you say to yourself just what am I doin'
    On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
    On this curve I'm hanging
    On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
    In this air I'm inhaling
    Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
    Why am I walking, where am I running
    What am I saying, what am I knowing
    On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
    On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
    In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
    In the words that I'm thinkin'
    In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
    Who am I helping, what am I breaking
    What am I giving, what am I taking
    But you try with your whole soul best
    Never to think these thoughts and never to let
    Them kind of thoughts gain ground
    Or make yer heart pound
    But then again you know why they're around
    Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
    "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
    And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
    And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
    And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
    If that was you in the dream that was screaming
    And you know that it's something special you're needin'
    And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
    And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
    And you need something special
    Yeah, you need something special all right
    You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
    To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
    You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
    That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
    That knows yer troubles a hundred times over
    You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
    That won't laugh at yer looks
    Your voice or your face
    And by any number of bets in the book
    Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
    You need something to open up a new door
    To show you something you seen before
    But overlooked a hundred times or more
    You need something to open your eyes
    You need something to make it known
    That it's you and no one else that owns
    That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
    That the world ain't got you beat
    That it ain't got you licked
    It can't get you crazy no matter how many
    Times you might get kicked
    You need something special all right
    You need something special to give you hope
    But hope's just a word
    That maybe you said or maybe you heard
    On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

    But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
    And yer trouble is you know it too good
    "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills

    "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
    And it ain't on Macy's window sill
    And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
    And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
    And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
    And it ain't on that dimlit stage
    With that half-wit comedian on it
    Ranting and raving and taking yer money
    And you thinks it's funny
    No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
    And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
    And sure as hell you're bound to tell
    That no matter how hard you rub
    You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
    No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
    And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
    And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
    Or down any movie star's blouse
    And you can't find it on the golf course
    And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
    And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
    And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
    And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
    That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
    Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
    Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
    Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
    When you can't even sense if they got any insides
    These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
    No you'll not now or no other day
    Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
    And inside it the people made of molasses
    That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
    And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
    Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
    Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
    And before you can count from one to ten
    Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
    My friend
    The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
    And play games with each other in their sand-box world
    And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
    That run around gallant
    And make all rules for the ones that got talent
    And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
    And think they're foolin' you
    The ones who jump on the wagon
    Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
    To get their kicks, get out of it quick
    And make all kinds of money and chicks
    And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
    Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
    Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
    Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
    Good God Almighty
    THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL"

    No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
    You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
    You gotta look some other place
    And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
    Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'
    Where do you look for this oil well gushin'
    Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'
    Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
    And out there somewhere
    And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
    Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
    Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
    You can touch and twist
    And turn two kinds of doorknobs
    You can either go to the church of your choice
    Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
    You'll find God in the church of your choice
    You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

    And though it's only my opinion
    I may be right or wrong
    You'll find them both
    In the Grand Canyon
    At sundown

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    WELL, IT WAS ALL THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYIN'
    SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN
    BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN'
    YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME

    YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS
    AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE
    AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD ANYMORE
    EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE ON MY FIGHTIN' SIDE

    AND I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
    AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN
    BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN'
    YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME

    WELL, I'VE HEARD MY NAME A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello)
    AND I'VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I'VE PLAYED
    BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW I'LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE"
    IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY

    SO I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
    AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN
    BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN'
    YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME

    SPOKEN:
    WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND
    HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. I WROTE
    HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY
    & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN'T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA,
    OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTIN' DRUNK. WELL HE SAT
    DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME,
    AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE
    PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT
    ON THIS ALBUM. THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:

    WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON
    AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN
    BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK
    SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN

    AND I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME
    AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN
    NO, A' YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN'
    YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME
    WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON'T CALL ME
    WHY DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME
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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    I thought about posting the lyrics for "Alice's Restaurant"
    I've been to dinner at Jimmy Buffet's house, and I've eaten it at a homeless shelter. And there's great joy and harrowing terror to be found in both places.
    -Todd Snider

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    I can't help it- here is Alice's Restaurant-




    Alice's Restaurant
    By Arlo Guthrie


    This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and the
    restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
    that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
    Restaurant.

    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

    Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
    Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
    restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
    church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
    Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
    room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
    seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
    have to take out their garbage for a long time.

    We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
    a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
    we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
    microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
    on toward the city dump.

    Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
    dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
    closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
    into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

    We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
    side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
    cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
    is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
    decided to throw our's down.

    That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
    dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
    next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
    we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
    garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
    I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
    under that garbage."

    After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
    finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
    and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
    police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
    shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
    police officer's station.

    Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
    the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
    being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
    we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
    and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
    which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
    there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
    both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
    can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
    Get in the back of the patrol car."

    And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
    quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
    Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
    signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
    Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
    being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
    get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
    cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
    They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
    they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
    one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
    the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
    mention the aerial photography.

    After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
    us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
    wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
    wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
    want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
    said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
    Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
    toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
    out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
    toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
    was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
    (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
    nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
    to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
    and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

    We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
    of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
    and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
    sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
    twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
    and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
    And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
    and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
    'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
    blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
    judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
    pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
    one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
    we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
    what I came to tell you about.

    Came to talk about the draft.

    They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
    where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
    neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
    day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
    I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
    look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
    to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
    and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
    kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
    me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

    And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
    wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
    guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
    KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
    he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
    yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
    sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

    Didn't feel too good about it.

    Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
    detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
    at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
    hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
    ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
    inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
    part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
    last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
    and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
    one question. Have you ever been arrested?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
    with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
    the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
    go to court?"

    And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
    colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
    the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
    you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

    And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
    where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
    committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
    looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
    rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
    they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
    bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
    father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
    'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
    and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
    $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
    And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
    there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
    said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
    and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
    father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
    bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
    things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
    up and said.

    "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
    know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
    you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
    officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
    forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
    fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
    and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
    down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
    pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
    other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
    the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
    following words:

    ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

    I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
    ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
    sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
    'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
    kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
    said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
    off to Washington."

    And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
    study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
    singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
    situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
    situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
    the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
    anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
    one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
    they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
    they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
    And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
    singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
    organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
    fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
    walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

    And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
    all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
    guitar.

    With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
    sing it when it does. Here it comes.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
    I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
    for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

    So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
    harmony and feeling.

    We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

    All right now.

    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Excepting Alice
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
    Walk right in it's around the back
    Just a half a mile from the railroad track
    You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

    Da da da da da da da dum
    At Alice's Restaurant
    I've been to dinner at Jimmy Buffet's house, and I've eaten it at a homeless shelter. And there's great joy and harrowing terror to be found in both places.
    -Todd Snider

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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    Two that come to mind from CD's I've been listening to as of late...

    No one knows what it’s like
    To be the bad man
    To be the sad man
    Behind blue eyes

    No one knows what it’s like
    To be hated
    To be fated
    To telling only lies

    But my dreams
    They aren’t as empty
    As my conscience seems to be

    I have hours, only lonely
    My love is vengeance
    That’s never free

    No one knows what it’s like
    To feel these feelings
    Like I do
    And I blame you

    No one bites back as hard
    On their anger
    None of my pain and woe
    Can show through

    But my dreams
    They aren’t as empty
    As my conscience seems to be

    I have hours, only lonely
    My love is vengeance
    That’s never free

    When my fist clenches, crack it open
    Before I use it and lose my cool
    When I smile, tell me some bad news
    Before I laugh and act like a fool

    If I swallow anything evil
    Put your finger down my throat
    If I shiver, please give me a blanket
    Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

    No one knows what it’s like
    To be the bad man
    To be the sad man
    Behind blue eyes

    - Pete Townsend

    There are places I'll remember
    All my life, though some have changed
    Some forever, not for better
    Some have gone and some remain
    All these places had their moments
    With lovers and friends, I still can recall
    Some are dead and some are living
    In my life, I've loved them all

    But of all these friends and lovers
    There is no one compares with you
    And these memories lose their meaning
    When I think of love as something new
    Though I know I'll never lose affection
    For people and things that went before
    I know I'll often stop and think about them
    In my life, I'll love you more

    Though I know I'll never lose affection
    For people and things that went before
    I know I'll often stop and think about them
    In my life, I'll love you more

    - John Lennon
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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    How Can I Miss You (If You Won't Go Away)

    You say that you're leavin', you tell me good-bye.
    You're tired of my cheatin', and all of my lies.
    You packed your bags on Sunday, you put 'em in the hall.
    But I come home on Monday, and they havn't moved at all.

    Oh, how can I miss you if you won't go away?
    I'm going, goodbye, that's what you say.
    You tell me you'll be gone any day,
    But how can I miss you if you won't go away?

    You told me I'm a loser, you can't take me any more.
    You've found somebody better, and you're headed out the door.
    You say you'll take the pickup, the T. V. and my hat.
    I just say "Fine, Can I help you with that?"

    But how can I miss you if you won't go away?
    Adios, syranora, that's what you say.
    You tell me you'll be gone after my next pay day,
    But how can I miss you if you won't go a-way?

    I've tried to help you move on, it's OK if I'm alone.
    I've got a new lock for the trailer, a new number for the phone.
    Each day is uncertain. Will you stay, or will you go?
    What will life be like without you? I just may never know.

    And how can I miss you if you won't go away?
    Arrivederci, auf Widersehen, that's what you say.
    You've been promising to leave me since early May.
    I've been waiting for that day.
    But how can I miss you?
    How can I miss you?
    How can I miss you if you won't go away?
    "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
    ~ Mark Twain

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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    "I like short songs" (x16) - Dead Kennedys

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    Re: What are your favorite song lyrics?

    Quote Originally Posted by Yachtzee
    "I like short songs" (x16) - Dead Kennedys
    "I Was So Wasted"


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