Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read and write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
There's a little ditty they're singin' in the city Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer If you've got the patience your own imaginations will tell you just exactly what you want to hear Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, that's how it goes Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, everyone knows And they all suppose what they want to suppose when they hear oom pah pah
Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance When he danced he held me tight And when he walked me home that night All the stars were shining bright And then he kissed me
My love is like footsteps in the snow, baby,
I follow you everywhere you go, baby.
The pain as light has come to wake you
But you will never realize
That I inspire the dreams that guide you baby.
You're a half a world away
But in my mind I whisper every single word you say.
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite.
In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground
Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down
World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!.....
[cite]Posted By: sygonrima[/cite]I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long
Paul Simon - Leaves that are green
Famously "borrowed" by huge Simon and Garfunkel fan Billy Bragg for New England.
The Paul Simon song is rubbish apart from that line whereas New England is excelent, but I knew that if I had put Billy Bragg some wag would have pointed out that he didn't write it.
When the day is dawning,
On a Texas Sunday Morning
How I long to be there
With Marie whos waiting for me there
Every lonely city
Where i hang my hat
Aint as half as pretty,
As where my baby's at
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Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go
I'm a man of wealth and taste
Two for show
Three to get ready
Now go cat go
But that'd change if she ever finds out about you and I !"
;D Love the way that twists!
Especially when they've been on the gin or the beer
If you've got the patience your own imaginations will tell you just exactly what you want to hear
Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, that's how it goes
Oom pah pah, oom pah pah, everyone knows
And they all suppose what they want to suppose when they hear oom pah pah
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me
"Once upon a time you dressed so fine. You threw the bums a dime in your prime .... didn't you?" - Like a Rollin' Stone - HRH King Bob Dylan
"Oh, Debora... always look like a zebra" - Debora by pre-glamrock Bopping Elf, Marc Bolan.
"Take it or leave it, I've heard it been said" - Russian Roulette by Van Morrison
OK, that last one might not seem much, but take a listen.
http://www.mp3ninja.com/download/artist/van-morrison/albums/days-like-this/
I swear he really sings "Hey, Carl Leaburn". Trust me.
to be the bad man,
to be the sad man,
behind blue eyes
I follow you everywhere you go, baby.
The pain as light has come to wake you
But you will never realize
That I inspire the dreams that guide you baby.
You're a half a world away
But in my mind I whisper every single word you say.
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite.
Oceanlab - Satellite
I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground
Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down
World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
(All together now)
PARKLIFE
dirty kids and a dirty wife.
roams around he's got no calss.
Wears his Jeans right up his ass.
Anti nowhere league - nowhere man
Hi Ken
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken.
Jump in.
lol tune.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
"Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
Some call me the gangster of love"
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel
I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long
Paul Simon - Leaves that are green
Famously "borrowed" by huge Simon and Garfunkel fan Billy Bragg for New England.
Yes we can!
Stop making the eyes at me, I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!.....
and
I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
Gay Bar - Electric Six
Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit
Rabbit - Chas and Dave
Mouldy old dough
Mouldy Old Dough - Lt Pigeon
The Paul Simon song is rubbish apart from that line whereas New England is excelent, but I knew that if I had put Billy Bragg some wag would have pointed out that he didn't write it.
On a Texas Sunday Morning
How I long to be there
With Marie whos waiting for me there
Every lonely city
Where i hang my hat
Aint as half as pretty,
As where my baby's at
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang
What katie did?