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answer this post with a song phrase/title

A bit of earth,
She wants a little bit of earth,
She'll plant some seeds.
The seeds will grow,
The flowers bloom,
But is their bounty
What she needs?

How can she chance
To love a little bit of earth?
Does she not know?
The earth is old,
And doesn't care if
One small girl wants things to grow.

She needs a friend.
She needs a Father,
Brother, Sister,
Mother's arms.
She needs to laugh.
She needs to dance,
And learn to work
Her girlish charm.

She needs a home,
The only thing she really needs
I cannot give.
Instead she asks
A bit of earth
To make it live!

She should have a pony,
Gallop 'cross the moor.
She should have a doll's house
With a hundred rooms per floor.
Why can't she ask for a treasure?
Something that money can buy,
That won't die!
When I'd give her the world,
She asks, instead
For some earth.

A bit of earth,
She wants a little bit of earth,
She'll plant some seeds.
The seeds will grow,
The flowers bloom,
Their beauty just the thing she needs.
She'll grow to love the tender roses,
Lilies fair, the iris tall.
And then in fall, her bit of earth
Will freeze and kill them all.
 
Have you seen Miss Molly,
Her cheeks are rosy red,
Her lips are soft as satin
and they taste like gingerbread.

:banana::banana::banana:

Woah,oooh.. oh.
Me ooh my Miss Molly,
I'm in love with you.
Oh Me Oh My Miss Molly
Won't you say
you love me too..

:smoke::banana::smoke:
 
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday Best,
Excitable Boy, they all said.
Then he rubbed the Pot Roast
All over his chest
Excitable Boy, they all said
Well, he's just an Excitable Boy.

He took in the 4 AM show at the Clark
Excitable Boy, they all said.
And he Bit the Usherette's Leg in the dark,
Excitable Boy, they all said
Well, he's Just an Excitable Boy...

He took little Suzy to the Junior Prom
Excitable Boy, they all said.
Then he raped her & killed her, then he took her home,
Excitable boy, they all said...
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable Boy, they all said.
And he dug up her grave & built a Cage with her Bones
Excitable Boy they all said...
Well, he's just an Excitable Boy....
 
"Well you can cool it, you can heat it,
take your TV tube and eat it,
With all that phony stuff on sports, and all the unconfirmed reports,
You know I watch that rotten box until my head begin to hurt,
The way the guys on channel so and so further their assert,
That any show they'll interrupt, to bring you news if it shows up,
And IF the place blows up, they'll be the first to tell, cause the guys they got downtown are working hard and doing swell,
And if anybody GETS the news before it hits the street, they say that no one blabs it faster, their coverage can't be beat,
And if another woman driver gets machine-gunned in her seat, they'll send some joker with a Brownie and you'll see it all complete!"

Blow your harmonica son.
 
Toasted Almond said:
"Well you can cool it, you can heat it,
take your TV tube and eat it,
With all that phony stuff on sports, and all the unconfirmed reports,
You know I watch that rotten box until my head begin to hurt,
The way the guys on channel so and so further their assert,
That any show they'll interrupt, to bring you news if it shows up,
And IF the place blows up, they'll be the first to tell, cause the guys they got downtown are working hard and doing swell,
And if anybody GETS the news before it hits the street, they say that no one blabs it faster, their coverage can't be beat,
And if another woman driver gets machine-gunned in her seat, they'll send some joker with a Brownie and you'll see it all complete!"

Blow your harmonica son.
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Great choice!!! Troubles coming everyday
 
Moody's

Face piles of trials with smiles
for it riles them to believe you percieve the web they weave.
Keep on thinking free.
 
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in...
 
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face
I said "You must know the answer."
"She said, "No but I'll give it a try."
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why

We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own
 
He's a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?
Nowhere Man, don't worry,
Take your time, don't hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else lends you a hand.

Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to,
Isn't he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

He's a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody.
 
Life - so they say
Is but a game and they let it slip away
Love - like the autumn sun
Should be dying but it's only just begun.
Like the twilight in the road up ahead
They don't see just where we're goin'
And all the secrets in the universe
Whisper in our ears and all the years will come and go

Dreams - so they say
Are for the fools and they let them drift away
Peace - like the silent dove
Should be flyin' but it's only just begun.
Like Columbus in the olden days
We must gather all our courage
Sail our ship out on the open sea
Cast away our fears and all the years will come and go
And take us up - always up
 
I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires after the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman's mind told me that so
Oh how I wish we were back on the road again

I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning we got caught robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas and back on the road again

I'll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain
Though it's only been a month or so
That old car's buggin' us to go
We've gotta get away and get back on the road again
 
75Center said:
Life - so they say
Is but a game and they let it slip away
Love - like the autumn sun
Should be dying but it's only just begun.
Like the twilight in the road up ahead
They don't see just where we're goin'
And all the secrets in the universe
Whisper in our ears and all the years will come and go

Dreams - so they say
Are for the fools and they let them drift away
Peace - like the silent dove
Should be flyin' but it's only just begun.
Like Columbus in the olden days
We must gather all our courage
Sail our ship out on the open sea
Cast away our fears and all the years will come and go
And take us up - always up
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I remember your post--that's one of the one's that make you cry, isn't it. :) It's one of my faves, too.
 
Don't be ashamed of your age.
Don't let the years get you down.
That old gang you knew, they still think of you
as a rounder in your old hometown.

Don't mind the grey in your hair.
Just think of all the fun you've had puttin' it there.
As for that old book of time, you've never skipped a page.
So don't be ashamed of your age, brother.
Don't be ashamed of your age.

Listen, Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown,
Don't let your age get you down.
Life ain't begun until you're 40, son.
That's when you really start to go to town.

Don't wish that you were a lad.
Why, boy, you've lost more gals than they've ever had.
And, listen, you've graduated from that ol' sucker stage,
So don't be ashamed of your age, brother.
Don't be ashamed of your age.
 
I don't need no arms around me, and I don't need no drugs to calm me, for I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need anything at all, no, don't think I need anything at all. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
 
clydeselsor said:
I don't care if it rains or freezes
long as I got my plastic Jesus
right here on the dashboard
of my old Ford :D
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I don't care if it rains or freezes long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations and my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, ridin' on the dashboard of my car
Through my trials and tribulations and my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.

Ridin' down the thoroughfare with his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead but he don't mind.
Trouble comin' he don't see, He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, ridin' on the dashboard of my car.
Though the sun shines on his back makes him peel and chip and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par.

When I'm in a traffic jam, he don't care if I say damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll;
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear for he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saves my soul.
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, ridin' on the dashboard of my car.
Once his robe was snowy white, now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke from my cigar.

I don't care about traffic damage as long as I've got that graven image
Guiding me at night from bar to bar.
You can have one phosphorescent, glows in the dark he's pink and pleasant
Take him with you when you're traveling far.
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid he'll have to go, his magnet wrecks my radio
and if I have a wreck he'll leave a scar.

When the traffic starts to get hairy, I grab my two bit Virgin Mary
Stand her next to Christ upon the dash.
Hail Mary full of grace, Bless me in my stoplight race
Save me from an awful auto crash.
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, ridin' on the dashboard of my car
Through my trials and tribulations and my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.

When pedestrians try to cross I let them know that I'm the boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town, trying to run them down
It's seldom that they live to see the morning
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo it fits just right, and I use it as a sight
They'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

If I weave around at night And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me, For his head comes off, you see
He's hollow and I use him for a flask
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram, of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

I don't care if it's dark or scary, long as I have magnetic Mary,
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car,
I feel I'm protected amply, I've got the whole damn Holy Family,
Riding on the dashboard of my car.

I don't care if it bumps or jostles long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess, such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car

Plastic Jesus you're my hope, cos you got my stash of dope,
sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
I don't care if I slip and slide, cuz your ass is magnetized,
sittin' on the dashboard of my car.

You can buy a pink Madonna dressed in rhinestones, sittin' on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety isn't scary, long as I got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteein' I won't go to hell.

When I'm goin' fornicatin' I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my ...
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my ...
Leering from the dashboard of my van.

I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car
God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are

There is nothin that is cuter
than a smilin Jolly Buddha,
Ridin on the dashboard of my car,
I don't have no idol cuter,
comes in plastic, bronze and pewter,
Take him with me when I go afar.

Jolly Buddha, fat and squattin,
on a pad of aspirin cotton,
He's with me wherever I may roam,
When it's late and I start to hurry,
I know he ain't gonna worry,
He looks at me and all he says is, "Oooommmmmmm."

There is nothing that is gaucher
Than eatin food that isn't kosher,
Right in front of my smilin Moses' face,
I'm afraid that he'll awaken
When I'm eatin ham or bacon,
And throw them Ten Commandments in my face.

For safety you can't top the Torah
which explains the huge Menorah
up there on the rooftop of my car
I know I have done my utmost
With my mezuzah on the doorpost
Please touch it as you get into the car

I press firmly on the pedal
protected by a St. Chris medal
fastened to the dashboard of my car
Now I hear he's been demoted
To him we'll no more be devoted
I'll peel him from the dashboard of my car

There's a crystal made of glass
Which creates a blinding flash
Hanging from the mirror of my car
Though it makes it hard to see
It brings the cosmic energy
To focus on the dashboard of my car

With other cars I will not tangle
Long as I have that fine pentagle
riding on the dashboard of my car
My new car it has lots of room
much better than my other broom
I'm getting tired, could you drive a spell?

My view ahead is clear to see
Because an atheist that's me
With nothing on the dashboard of my car
On the road my sole protector
Is a good radar detector
Looking through the windshield of my car

On the road I fear no moron
For I have my trusty Koran
Riding in the glove-box of my car
My faith's as solid as can be
I'll make the mountains come to me
Soon I will no longer need the car

Other drivers they should fear me
for I have their effigy
riding on the dashboard of my car
No more in life will they be grinnin'
After I just shove this pin in
They'll wish they'd never bumped into this car

Though in faith we are diverse
In cars our outlook grows perverse
We drive as though our brains was made of tar
Different idols seem to linger
But every driver has one finger
Waving it at every other car
 
I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Then all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread ....

:D
 
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