Wow, it's been YEARS since I heard that one!

Not that it's on the samae subject, but something tells me that you might be the only person here that will know this one

You ain't goin' nowhere
Gonna sit by this pool until you fall in
Didn't know what you were getting into
When you walked in to this room, did you kid?
We got some girls over here
We got some boys over there
And they're here just for your fun
So have some dinner, baby, play some records
But just remember one thing son

This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll

I knew my hand is sweating
I can't dance and I can't relax
Outside is too threatening now
I've come this far girl,
I can't go back
Call up some old friends
Call up some strangers
Get me used to that French telephone Donna,
Donna educate me
Tell those girls that I'm not alone

This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll

Take my heart, take my soul
Put me on the cross for all to see
Put my name around my neck
Let those people throw stones at me

This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll
This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll Sex and violence and rock and roll
This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll This is serious business Sex and violence and rock and roll

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
and he's always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man .

Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood
It's a comfort to know his intentions are good
He sits in a room with a lock on the door
With his maps and his medals laid out of the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man .

I believe I've passed the age
Of consciousness and righteous rage,
I've found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too,
Had my pointless point of view
But life went on no matter who was wrong or right.

And there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
He's never been able to learn from mistakes
And he can't understand why his heart always breaks
His honor is pure, and his courage as well
And he's fair and he's true, and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to his grave as an angry old man.

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
And he's always at home with his back to the wall.
He's proud of the scars and the battles he's lost
He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
And he likes to be known as the angry young man

To a friend I lost the other day...his saddle sits empty.
Thank you for teaching me how to harness the horses, and break the timber free, from the frozen ground.
..to survive here where others fail, and listen to the heartbeat, of the mountains.



Evening sunset, paints up the sky,
In pastel colours unknown.
..and firelight shadows
dance in his mind
the cowboy, rides off alone..
His bridle and spurs ,still hang on the wall,
His saddle , it's still on the stand..
some think he's crazy, He's out of his mind.
He's someone.. they can't understand.

For he can remember, when the mountains were new,
the grandeur of river ,and sky.
Searching for a home , that he never knew....
Till he smells the wind in the pines.

Now eighty four winters..have now passed him by,
and He's eighty five come June.
..and he used to listen, to the wolves howl at night... and wonders will he join them soon.
You see his mind can no longer shuffle the cards,
that hold his memories.
but sometimes the wind,.. it will deal him a hand...and he smiles at what he can see.

For he can remember when the mountains were new.
The grandeur of river, and sky.
...and all of these things ,come back to his view....
When he smells the wind in the pines..

I went to see him,
just one last time,
before they took him away.
And he looked at me ,through the ages of time.
And he smiled, as I heard him say.
" Soon I will ride, were the star herds now roam
up with the rest of my kind
..and you will know
that I've found my home...when you smell the wind in the pines "

...Now I stand beside his grave...You see, we buried him today..
and I'll never know, the trails that he rode..
He's part of the past ,..gone away.
and a breeze whispers.. from out of the west,
and plants ,a seed in my mind.
and then I know,that he's found his rest..
Because I smell the wind.. in the pines...

For he could remember when the mountains were new.
The grandeur of river and sky.
Searching for a home, that he never knew....
Till he smells the wind in the pines..
Till he smells the wind... in the pines

When I smell the wind in the pines...

Happy 61st birthday to the Starchild!

Don't wanna wait 'til you know me better
Let's just be glad for the time together
Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it
There ain't a reason on earth to waste it
It ain't a crime to be good to yourself

Lick it up, lick it up, it's only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up

Don't need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like you're on vacation
There's something sweet you can't buy with money - lick it up, lick it up


Happy now?!!

HOLEEEEE SHEEP SHIT!!!!!!!!!

  QUOTE (freensleazy @ January 20, 2013, 23:07)
nope, that would be this one (coulda been written about Syb, perhaps?

If you're havin trouble with you barnyard friends
Youve got a thing for ewes
Been countin sheep but you're not in bed
Heres what you gotta do:
Get out the barn stay off the farm!
Go read a nursery rhyme.
Don't ring 976-BAAA
That kind of loves a crime! Hey,
Dirty deeds, done with sheep!
Dirty deeds. Little Bo Peep!
Dirty deeds, done with sheep!
Dirty deeds, and they're done with sheep!
Dirty deeds, and they're done with sheep!
My friend Larry has a little lamb
Her fleece is white as snow.
He keeps braggin bout her night and day
Someone should tell him, No,
Look at the flock they're all in shock!
Here comes that mutton fan.
Knock off the fleece Give them some peace.
Don't be a barn door man! No.
Dirty deeds, done with sheep!
Dirty deeds. Little Bo Peep!
Dirty deeds, done with sheep!
Dirty deeds, and they're done with sheep!
Dirty deeds, and they're done with sheep!
Velcro gloves Knee pads Late-night dates
Done with sheep!
Warning signs Electric fences High Voltage!
Done with sheep!
Dirty deeds
Don't tell em what Ive done to you!
Done with sheep!
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds
Dirty deeds, done with sheep! Aaaargh!
(Quiet, girls! I think the shepherds coming!)

Ive never heard that song, but the lyrics are HYSTERICAL!!!

Now THIS is what I'm talkin about!!!
(I may have posted this one before. Oh well. Tough titty)

Oh it seems to me this whole world's gone crazy
There's too much hate and killin goin on
But when I see the bare chest of a woman
My worrys and my problems are all gone
No one thinks of fightin, when they see a topless girl
Baby if you would show yours too, we could save the world

Show them to me, show them to me
Unclasp your bra and set those puppies free
They'd look a whole lot better without that sweater baby I'm sure you'll agree
If you got, two fun bags,
Show them to me

I don't care if they don't match or ones bigger than the other
You could show me one, and I'll imagine the other
Even if you're really old, theres nothing wrong
Don't be sad your boobs ain't bad, they're just a little long

Show them to me, show them to me
Lift up your shirt and let the whole world see
Just disrobe, show your globes and a happy man I'll be
If you got, dos chichi's,
Show them to me

I've met a lot of them, but never one I've hated
Even if you've had thirteen kids and you think they look deflated
Theres no such thing as a bad breast, I believe this much is true
If you're a big fat man I'm a titty fan and I'd love to see yours toooo

Show them to me, show them to me
Just like the girls gone wild on T.V.
Just lean back and show your rack and I'll be in ecstasy
If you got two casabas
Show them to me

All the world will live in harmony
It'll do you good, it'll give me wood, we'll make history
If you love your country, I'm gonna say it one more time,
I said if you love your country yea
Then stand your ass up and show them big old titties to me