Continue the conversation with song lyrics

Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue
I'm feelin' blue, I'm feelin' blue.
 
Well am I blue, am I blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you.
Well am I blue, you'd be too
If your pal says your gal's done with you.
There was a time, I was the only one
But now I'm the sad and lonely one, oh dear.
Well was I gay, I should say
Now she's gone and we're through, am I blue.
 
First there has to be a conversation...

My mom used to say.....boy you've got a vivid imagination, I'd respond with "it's just my 'magination running away with me. It's called ad-libbing....and was quite popular where and when I went to high school.

In history class the teacher said, Lets talk about war.....and I said, "what is it good for ! The guy behind me said, "nothing, it's only a heartbreaker......the girl across the isle said, "friend only to the undertaker" and the rest of the class sang the rest of the song along with the teacher....like some musical. We had hippie teachers in California....

Then, in school, if some fool was barking in my face I'd sing "Jeremiah was a bullfrog was a friend of mine" and I would simply just turn around and walk away from the jerk.

It's something that happened quite often, like people would say "what the world needs and someone would start singing....."what the world needs now, is love sweet love, that's the only thing that we're really in need of !"
 
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First there has to be a conversation.
This is probably a whole different thread.
Well am I blue, am I blue
Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you.
Well am I blue, you'd be too
If your pal says your gal's done with you.
There was a time, I was the only one
But now I'm the sad and lonely one, oh dear.
Well was I gay, I should say
Now she's gone and we're through, am I blue.

Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby's in black
And I'm feelin' blue.
 
This is probably a whole different thread.


Oh dear, what can I do?
Baby's in black
And I'm feelin' blue.

Continue the conversation with song lyrics means there was a conversation going on and lyrics were used to make a point.

This is probably a whole different thread.....There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clear. It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound.....Everybody look what's going down !
 
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, eheh

Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, oh oh oh

Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Yeah, what's going on
Ah, what's going on...

Cheers, og
 
Call me
Don't be afraid, you can call me
Maybe it's late, but just call me
Tell me, and I'll be around

Now, don't forget me
'Cause if you let me
I will always stay by you
You gotta trust me
That's how it must be
There's so much that I can do
 
Cover me with kisses baby, cover me with love.
Roll me in designer sheets, I'll never get enough.
Emotions come, I don't know why.
Cover up love's alibi.

Call me on the line.
Call me, call me any, any anytime.
Call me my love.
You can call me any day or night.
Call me.
 
Call any vegetable
Pick up the phone
Think of that vegetable
Lonely at home
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
That vegetable will respond to you ...

No one will know-ow-ow-ow-ow
If you don't want to let 'em know
No one will know-ow-ow-ow-ow
Unless it's you that might tell 'em so
Call and they'll come to you
Smilin' and covered with dew
Vegetables dream, vegetables dream
Of responding to you
Standing there shiny and proud by your side
Holding your joint while the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable something to hide?
 
They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Can not be denied

They, said some day you'll find
All who love are blind
When your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes...

Cheers, og
 
...Yes it always whispers to me
Of the days of long ago
When the settlers and the miners
Fought the crafty Navajo
How the cattle roamed the valley
Happy people worked the land
And now everything is covered
By the shifting, whispering sand...

Cheers, og
 
She's cold as ice
Paradise
And the feeling was ... nice

There's a lady I know
If I didn't know her
She'd be the lady I didn't know

And my lady
She went downtown
She bought some broccoli
She brought it home

And now she's chopping broccoli
Choppin' brocco-leee
Choppin' brocco-lie
Choppin' brocco-laah.
 
...Open up the window
Let some air into this room
I think I'm almost choking
From the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette you're smoking
'Bout to scare me half to death
Open up the window
Let me catch my breath!

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said "That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, son, son, son"...

Cheers, og
 
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
You didn't have to tell me that you love me so
You didn't have to love me, mama, let me go
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
You didn't have to make me a total disgrace
You didn't have to leave me with that beer in my face
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
That's alright, it's awful dog-gone clear...

Cheers, og
 
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
She could do your laundry 'n' cook for you
Maybe you should stay with yo' mama
You're really kinda stupid 'n' ugly too
 
... And when you leave me
You know it's gonna grieve me
Gonna miss your big fat mama, your mama
Some of these days ...

Cheers, og
 
Substitute
Me for him
Substitute
My coke for gin
Substitute
You for my mum
At least I'll get my washing done.
 
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, ah
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for President?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing mine?
Ooh ah,
Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mama's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing...

Cheers, og
 
Father of night, father of day
Father who taketh darkness away
Father who teacheth the bird to fly
Builder of rainbows up in the sky
Father of loneliness and pain
Father of love and father of rain.
 
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