From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual.
- Nas.
Well Saturday night at 8 o’clock
I know where I’m gonna go
I’m gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighbourhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And we’re gonna have a ball
Just like we always do
Chorus:
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you’re hugging with your baby in last row in the balcony
Well there’s technicolor and cinemascope
A cast out of Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good
There’s always lots of pretty girls
With figures they don’t try to hide
But they never can compare
To the girl sittin’ by my side
I’ll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You’ve been the only thing that’s right
In all I’ve done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we’ll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we’ll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can’t raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up…
Slower slower
We don’t have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We’re bound to be afraid
Even if it’s just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette
Thinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanic
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, the sun is going down
The moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people down
He’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll soon forget
Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny
Locked in a giant house, that’s alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh
Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
And it’s fitting, he’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, and there is not a sound
He’s lying dead, clutching Benjamins, never put the money down
He’s stiffening, we’re all whistling, a man we’ll soon forget
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.
We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows
Twas the first test of the Ashes Series, 1993
Australia had only managed 289 and we
Felt all was going to plan
That first innings at Old Trafford
Then Merv Hughes and his handlebar moustache dismissed poor Athers…
I took the crease to great applause and focussed on me dinner
I knew that I had little cause to fear their young leg spinner
He loosened up his shoulders, and with no run up at all
He rolled his right arm over and he let go of the ball…
It was…
Jiggery Pokery, trickery, jokery, how did he open me up?
Robbery, muggery, Aussie skullduggery, out for a buggering duck
What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a contra bassoon
Jiggery Pokery, who is this nobody, making me look a buffoon?
Like a blithering old buffoon
At first the ball looked straight enough, I had it in me sights
But such was its rotation, that it swerved out to the right
I thought…well thats a leg break
Thats easily defended
So I stuck my left leg out, and jammed my bat against it…
But the ball it span obscenely, and out of the rough it jumped
Veered back across my bat and pad, clipping my off stump
It took a while to hit me
I momentarily lingered
But then I saw old Dickie Bird slowly raise his finger…
It was…
Jiggery Pokery, trickery, jokery, how did he open me up?
Robbery, muggery, Aussie skullduggery, out for a buggering duck
What a delivery, I might as well have been holding a childs balloon
Jiggery Pokery, who is this nobody, making me look a buffoon?
Like an accident prone
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon,
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon…
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon,
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon, Baboon…
How such a ball could be bowled I dont know but if you ask me
If it had been a cheese roll it would never have got past me…
It was…
Jiggery Pokery, trickery, jokery, how did he open me up?
Robbery, muggery, Aussie skullduggery, one in the buggering …
Whats this delivery, I might as well have been holding a cob of corn
Jiggery Pokery, who is this nobody, making me look so forlorn?
I hate Shane Warne…
Trying hard now
It’s so hard now
Trying hard now
Getting strong now
Won’t be long now
Getting strong now
Gonna fly now
Flying high now
Gonna fly, fly, fly
If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?
Too shy, shy, hush, hush, eye to eye.
At the Copa Copacabana, Music and passion were always in fashion
Good luck trying to get that out of you head
We’ll keep well bred,
We’ll stay well fed,
We’ll have our sons,
They will be all well hung
[QUOTE=“Fran, post: 1128375, member: 110”]We’ll keep well bred,
We’ll stay well fed,
We’ll have our sons,
They will be all well hung[/QUOTE]
They’ll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy’s rich,
Your mamma’s a pretty thing.
[QUOTE=“farmerinthecity, post: 1128380, member: 24”]They’ll come and play,
Their friends will say,
Your daddy’s rich,
Your mamma’s a pretty thing.[/QUOTE]
I had my chance and I let it go
I had my chance and I let it go
Well if I ever have myself another chance like that
I’m gonna grab it and I won’t look back
I’m gonna grab it and I won’t look back
Brucie dreams life’s a highway
too many roads bypass my way
Or they never begin.
Innocence coming to grief
At the hands of life - Stinkin’ car thief,
that’s my concept of sin
Does heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon?
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Just look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
Life’s a drive through a dust bowl,
what’s it do, do to a young soul
We are deeply concerned
Someone stops for directions,
Something responds deep in our engines,
we have all been burned.
Will heaven wait, all heavenly over the next horizon?
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young ?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
Little boy got a hot rod,
thinks it makes him some kind of new God.
Well this is one race he won’t win,
‘Cos life’s no cruise with a cool chick
Too many folks feelin’ car sick,
but it never pulls in.
Brucie’s thoughts - Pretty streamers
- Guess this world needs its dreamers,
may they never wake up.
But look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young?
Just look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
Just look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt more much more than cars and girls.
Look at us now, start counting, what adds up the way it did when we were young?
Look at us now, quit driving, some things hurt much more than cars and girls.
Momma had such high hopes for her favorite son
He’d be an evangelist of God or maybe even president
He was such a diplomat with so much southern charm
But when he grow up he outgrowed all his friends
He was a southern politician, a political man.
He sips mint juleps on evenings so warm
He converses with the devil who wears a hat made of straw
Saying : ‘A smart-assed northern liberal was something I never could stand’
While they might take an inch, he takes all that he can
He’s a southern politician, a political man.
He’s a southern politician set on winning this here election
Inside his big white plantation
All the liquor and women that money can buy
All the liquor and women that money can buy.
The folks down here believe in his cause
His hands are clean and his vest pockets the law
'Cause his brother the sheriff is head of the Klan
Well the states locked up tight in the palm of his hand
He’s a southern politician, a political man.
All 'round the big house painted white
An electrical fence that’s strung with barbed wire
He’s got guard dogs, shot guns and homemade pecan pie
Friends come to swim, he gets a tan
He’s a southern politician, a political man.
He’s a southern politician set on winning these here election
Inside his big white plantation
All the liquor and women that money can buy
All the liquor and women that money can buy.
There’s cocktail parties every night
Now his wife she don’t love him but don’t pay her no mind
And the smell of sweet gardenias always fill the air
Well they’ve black bodies floating in the bayou down there
He’s a southern politician, a political man.
He’s kissing babies at campaign time
He’s making promises like they’re going out of style
Loves every woman, child and American man
Says he’s religious, just a God-fearing man
He’s a southern politician set on winning these here election
Inside his big white plantation
All the liquor and women that money can buy
All the liquor and women that money can buy.
He’s a southern politician, a political man
He’s a southern politician, a political man
He’s a southern politician, a political man
Oh he’s a southern politician, a political man
Ooh he’s a southern politician, a political man
Yes sir, He’s a southern politician, a political man
Yes sir, He’s a southern politician, a political man
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb, in bloom
Down in a hole and I don’t know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don’t understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won’t let himself be
Down in a hole, feeling so small
Down in a hole, losing my soul
I’d like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they’ve put all
The stones in their place
I’ve eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
I’d like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
(Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb, in bloom
Oh I want to be inside
Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, outta control
I’d like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
Ccccmmmmaaaannnn
Ccccmmmmaaaannnn
Ccccmmmmaaaannnn
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oasis - Columbia.
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