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This song cracks me up plus it's Eric Clapton, so I've got to post it. :D
Go down easy and let me take my time. Go down easy and let me take my time. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms. Roll it over. Roll it over. Go down easy and let me take my time. Go down easy and let me take my time. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll It Over - Eric Clapton |
hehe Clapton the dirty old man! :)
Tilling my own grave to keep me level... Jam another dragon down the hole... Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren... one that pushes me along, and leaves me so... desperate and ravenous... I'm so Weak and powerless over you... Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of china... White as Dracula as I approach the bottom... so desperate and ravenous. I'm so Weak and powerless over you... Little angel, go away... Come again some other day... Devil has my ear today... I'll never hear a word you say... He Promised I would find a little solace and some peace of mind... Whatever. just as long as I don't feel so desperate and ravenous. I'm so Weak and powerless over you... |
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Except it was written in his late 20s. :D Did I see you down in a young girl's town With your mother in so much pain? I was almost there at the top of the stairs With her screamin' in the rain. Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man. Did I see you walking with the boys Though it was not hand in hand? And was some black face in a lonely place When you could understand? Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man. Will I see you give more than I can take? Will I only harvest some? As the days fly past will we lose our grasp Or fuse it in the sun? Did she wake you up to tell you that It was only a change of plan? Dream up, dream up, let me fill your cup With the promise of a man. Harvest - Neil Young |
oh oops! :) Harvest great stuff from Young Neil!
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse, gonna have a real good time. Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows Yeah, the back of the roadhouse, they got some bungalows And that's for the people who like to go down slow. Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll all night long. You've got to roll, roll, roll You've got to thrill my soul, all right Roll, roll, roll, roll Thrill my soul, etc. Ashen lady Ashen lady Give up your vows Give up your vows Save our city Save our city Right now. When I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer When I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer The future's uncertain and the end is always near. Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll, baby, roll Let it roll all night long. |
LOL. Harvest is definitely great stuff from Neil. That song and the whole album.
Roadhouse Blues is my fave Doors song. :) |
that album is great would say it is his best and yep Roadhouse Blues is fantastic! right now......
The Mayfield Four-Sick and Wrong One touch, taste The thrill so great My flesh, breath Forbidden fruit you waste They say I'm pure Naïve, and such a bore But now you know The truth told I'm gonna give it away Clip my wings this angel's falling down Yeah, he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Let's go, let's feel, let's fuck around Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Your guilt, it never tires It wants to bring down Babylon Your want, desire Your urge is way too strong It’s never safe, when we're together A supernova when we collide I start to shake I start to tremble I lose control when I come inside Clip my wings this angel's falling down Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Let’s go, let's feel, let's fuck around Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Like the devil getting off I wanna feel it all the way, all the way Let’s go, let's feel, let's fuck around Let go if you want it If you need it It’ll be all right All that's forbidden Come on and give in For tonight(yeah) Clip my wings this angel's falling down Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Let’s go, let's feel, let's fuck around Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong Like the devil getting off I wanna feel it all the way, all the way Let’s go, let's feel, let's fuck around Yeah he’s sick, sick, sick, and wrong |
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. I met her accidentally in St. Paul (Minnesota). And it tore me up every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl. Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport, And I followed you, Big River, when you called. Then you took me to St. Louis later on (down the river). A freighter said she's been here But she's gone, boy, she's gone. I found her trail in Memphis, But she just walked up the block. She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone. Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on. Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans. Go on, I've had enough; Dump my blues down in the gulf. She loves you, Big River, more than me. Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry, And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky. And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River. Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die. Big River - Johnny Cash |
Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born We just couldn't understand Our old man didn't like our appearance He said that only women wear long hair So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother We knew what we had to do We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium And got our arms tattooed Welcome to my life, tattoo I'm a man now, thanks to you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'l be there when I die Tattoo My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother" But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother 'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude And my mother thought that was extremely rude Welcome to my life, tattoo We've a long time together, me and you I expect I'll regret you But the skin graft man won't get you You'll be there when I die Tattoo Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over My wife is tattooed too A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too To you Tattoo - The Who |
The tissue box is empty,
No coffee for my cream, Dogs howl in the alley, Crazy women scream, Kids shout from their pick up trucks, Stoned on life and beer, Fifty radios playing in this street, And I'm hardly still here. Exquisitely bored in California, We take our trouble to the Crest Exquisitely bored in California Exquisitely bored - just like all the rest. When the sun shines things'll get moving, You feel close to the stars. There are good times walking in Laguna, But it rains in my heart. The peasants here are starving, They look like barrels out in space. Pray TV looks like pay TV to me, It's just a curse on the human race. Take a drive up to L.A., In my gas guzzling limousine. There's a whole lot of crazy people up there, Living out a life in sweet ennui. Exquisitley bored in California, We take our trouble to the Crest Exquisitely bored in California Exquisitely bored - just like all the rest. Exquisitely Bored - Pete Townshend |
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