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Post by billhammond on Mar 28, 2012 11:02:03 GMT -5
The perfume
That she wore
Made her smell
Like a whore
From the down side of town ...
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Post by Chesapeake on Mar 28, 2012 11:03:07 GMT -5
I went walking a ribbon of a highway I saw above me an endless skyway And all around me a voice was sounding This song could use a few less metaphors
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Post by aquaduct on Mar 28, 2012 11:05:29 GMT -5
As we wind on down the road, Our shadows taller than our soul, There is a lady we all know, WTF this doesn't make any sense.
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Post by billhammond on Mar 28, 2012 11:08:00 GMT -5
(Poor Gordo)
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
To the big lake they call Lake Superior
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November get galier ....
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Post by millring on Mar 28, 2012 11:12:59 GMT -5
(well, why fight it)
If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts would tell Just like a paperback novel With you on the cover not wearing very much clothing
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Post by billhammond on Mar 28, 2012 11:14:15 GMT -5
(Poor Gordo)
The shmoke ish rishing in the shadows overhead
My goddam glash ish empty
I read again between the linesh upon each page
What ever the hell you shent me
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Post by omaha on Mar 28, 2012 11:23:49 GMT -5
Some people call me the space cowboy yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice Cause' I speak incoherently
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Post by Dub on Mar 28, 2012 11:44:53 GMT -5
Tonight I'm sad my heart is weary, Wondering if I'm wrong or right, Since you left me for another, Who's in your underwear tonight?
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Post by mnhermit on Mar 28, 2012 11:54:47 GMT -5
Like a Virgin, For the ninety-fifth time...
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Post by mnhermit on Mar 28, 2012 11:55:30 GMT -5
I'm Leaving on Jet Plane, Can't wait to get away again, oh babe, you make me cry
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Post by Shannon on Mar 28, 2012 12:37:57 GMT -5
Sadly, some songs apparently never made it past the first draft...
When I saw you standing there I bout fell out my chair And when you moved your mouth to speak I felt the blood go to my feet.
I tried to think of a way to make that song sound sillier, but just couldn't do it. And God help us with Me and you and a dog named Boo
Really? A dog named Boo?
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Post by millring on Mar 28, 2012 12:42:56 GMT -5
Don't get me started on LOBO. ![](http://api.ning.com/files/fL5clbQPg0p2yc3qxceonx72Q0tX6jM2YC*uQ64xe*83r1eL6AfBKnhlSVv*niF0CTXL4BSDwwZdOB4ZWEojWHdUtAypLrMM/martinadcopy.jpg)
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Post by mnhermit on Mar 28, 2012 12:50:16 GMT -5
I always wondered how they got that deep orange finish ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by TKennedy on Mar 28, 2012 13:02:01 GMT -5
I'm in the mood for love Simply because you're near me Funny but Don't call me funny butt
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 28, 2012 14:15:34 GMT -5
How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? I might be able to answer that question, If it was a question I could understand.
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Post by Lonnie on Mar 28, 2012 14:21:42 GMT -5
...and she rushed out to brush the snow away so it wouldn't die And I chided her basic misunderstanding of botany First, the tree, at this point, is dormant and cold won't matter And there's more snow comin', if you don't got any.
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Post by Village Idiot on Mar 28, 2012 15:03:57 GMT -5
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady, Would you marry me anyway, if my cat had rabies.
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Post by billhammond on Mar 28, 2012 16:23:59 GMT -5
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady, Would you marry me anyway, if my cat had rabies. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Fingerplucked on Mar 28, 2012 16:48:40 GMT -5
I thought it was "Me and you and a dog-faced boob."
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Post by Chesapeake on Mar 28, 2012 17:09:30 GMT -5
I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head. I cut and peeled a hazel wand, and hooked a marshmallow berry on a thread. And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry into a stream, and caught a fish by the snout little silver trout. But when I had laid it on the floor and gone to blow the fire aflame, Something rustled on the floor, and someone called me by my name. It had become a glimmering girl, with apple blossoms in her hair. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
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