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What a life it would be
If you could come to mine for tea
Iā€™ll pick you up at half past three
Weā€™ll have lasagne

Iā€™ll treat you like a Queen
Iā€™ll give you strawberries and cream
Then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne

She said Andy youā€™re better than your past,
winked at me and drained her glass,
cross-legged on the barstool, like nobody sits anymore.
She said Andy youā€™re taking me home,
but I knew she planned to sleep alone.
Iā€™d carry her to bed and sweep up the hair from the floor
If I hadd fucked her before she got sick
Iā€™d never hear the end of it
she donā€™t have the spirit for that now
We drink these drinks and laugh out loud,
bitch about the weekend crowd,
and try to ignore the elephant somehow
somehow

Jason Isbell - Elephant

Jesus was a black man,
No Jesus was Batman,
No, no, no, no, no,
That was Bruce Wayne

Hold it down boy, your headā€™s getting blurred
I know you canā€™t stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just donā€™t mug yourself, thatā€™s all donā€™t mug yourself!

Hey, Johnny, canā€™t wait till Saturday night!
Got a thirst thatā€™s raging . . .
Know a place where we can put that right
Wash away the confusion
Hose down this fire inside
But look out!
'Cause Iā€™ll tear you into pieces if you cross me

And his poor pathetic parents
So stricken with grief
That they spelled his name wrong on his funeral wreath.

Hurry home early
Hurry on home
Boom-Boom Manciniā€™s fighting Bobby Chacon

I bought you drinks, I brought you flowers
I read you books and talked for hours
Every day, so many drinks
Such pretty flowers, so tell me
What have Iā€¦

Look out, Mama,
thereā€™s a white boat
cominā€™ up the river
With a big red beacon,
and a flag,
and a man on the rail
I think youā€™d better call John,
ā€˜Cause it donā€™t
look like theyā€™re here
to deliver the mail
And itā€™s less than a mile away
I hope they didnā€™t come to stay
Itā€™s got numbers on the side
and a gun
And itā€™s makinā€™ big waves.

Daddyā€™s gone,
my brotherā€™s out hunting
in the mountains
Big Johnā€™s been drinking
since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the powers that be
left me here
to do the thinkinā€™
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderinā€™ what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddyā€™s rifle in my hand
felt reassurinā€™
He told me,
Red means run, son,
numbers add up to nothinā€™
But when the first shot
hit the docks I saw it cominā€™
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder
and the finger
Cover me with the thought
that pulled the trigger
Think of me
as one youā€™d never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know Iā€™ll miss her.

Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Fist fuck)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Wrist-watch; Crisco)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up your poop chute (Pud)
Donā€™t fool yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute
Donā€™t fool yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute
Donā€™t fool yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute
Donā€™t pull yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute
Donā€™t pull yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute
Donā€™t pull yourself girl, itā€™s goinā€™ right up your poop chute

For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And Iā€™ll probably never see you again
Iā€™ll probably never see you again
Iā€™ll probably never see you again

Iā€™m too tired,
Iā€™m so very tired,
amd iā€™m feeling very sick and ill today.
But iā€™m still fond of you, oh-oh.

ā€œI care enough to know, I can never love youā€.

It started up in Fife
But it ended up in tears

ā€œThe romance goes when the promises break. My mistake was, I loved you. A little too muchā€.

And I might be more a man,
If I stopped this in its tracks and said " Come on, letā€™s go home"

Heā€™s off his fucking rocker
And he sings God Bless The Pope

[QUOTE=ā€œthedancingbaby, post: 1075744, member: 48ā€]It started up in Fife
But it ended up in tears[/QUOTE]
But I give her my love
And a

[QUOTE=ā€œflattythehurdler, post: 1075748, member: 1170ā€]But I give her my love
And a[/QUOTE]

Bang on the ear

Donā€™t you wonder sometimesā€¦ About sound and vision?